BALABAN v. RAHIMOV: A SAMBO MATCH THAT ENDS IN SECONDS.
After college I moved out on my own to a quiet suburb that somehow, unbeknownst to me, was completely Russian. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it just made ordering pizza and buying toilet paper mildly difficult since everything was written in Cyrillic. After two years I came away knowing how to say "Nyet" (no), and "Ostrovia" (cheers) every time I took a shot.
Thankfully, I, along with the majority of viewers to this site, speak the international language of grappling.