Dylan Love
I expected it to be a straightforward proposition to walk in and order a meal, but when I apologetically confessed to the cashier that I didn't speak Russian, it became clear that this was a problem.
I improvised and scaled my order way back, giving the near-universal request for a cheeseburger: "One Big Mac, please."
Language barrier: broken.
Disclosure: Our trip to Moscow, including travel and lodging expenses, was sponsored by the Russian Quantum Center.