Not so much a local story, however...
When I was living in Moscow (1997/8ish) we decided to take our local workers for a couple of beers after work. We went to the local workers drinking emporium, a bit of a grim affair with poor beer, no music, chairs or bar to speak of but it did have a couple of Formica tables that stood at at chest height.
Anyway, there was about 10 of us stood round the table - 3 UK expats and 7 local lads. Now in 1997/8 there weren't too many British workers in Moscow (not sure how many there are now!) and I guess we could stand out a bit with the clothes that we wore and speaking English of course.
After we had been in the bar for about an hour-ish, a pensioner in a well worn suit pushed his way through the crowd and up to our table. Once he had managed to shuffle in between a couple of us, he banged his fist on top of the Formica table in order to get our attention.
"Excuse, are you young men from England" he enquired.
"Yes" I replied.
I thought he was about to give us a speech about the English needing to come to Moscow for work or a lecture on politics but instead he nodded and wandered off through the crowd of drinkers without saying another word.....
A little later the elderly gent returned to our table with something concealed in a brown paper bag. He banged his paper bag down on our table and produced 11 small white plastic glasses from his suit pocket. He presented all of us with a glass and removed the brown paper bag to reveal a bottle of Vodka!
He carefully removed the top from the bottle of Vodka, crushed the metal bottle top with his hands and threw it to the floor.
He poured each of us a small amount of Vodka, he poured his own drink last of all.
"Nostravia" he shouted as he held the Vodka above his head and then emptied the contents of the glass into his mouth and carefully placed the empty glass on the Formica table.
We all looked at each other, smiled, shrugged our shoulders and copied him, shouting "Nostravia" and drinking the surprisingly good Vodka. One of the local lads commented that the Vodka was indeed very good and went on to state "Bolshoi dengi Vodka".
The old man then filled all the eleven glasses again, emptying the bottle of Vodka.
Once again, "Nostravia" he shouted and the Vodka was gone in one! We followed he lead without pause this time.
He hadn't said a word apart from his salute to the Vodka since his return.
We thanked him for his generosity and said it was now our turn to buy him a drink.
"No, no , no my new English friends. I do not need another drink today" he replied. His English was better than my Russian and I noticed that he had a great many badges (politic party?) on his tatty lapel. He came across as a very proud man.
We insisted but he firmly refused our offer. Money was very tight for the average person in Moscow at the time and the bottle of Vodka must have cost him a lot of money.
We asked why he had bought us the Vodka and after a long pause me told us his story...
"When I was a young man, about the same age as you, I was fighting in WWII. I was fighting the Nazis with my comrades, we fought shoulder to shoulder. We fought for our lives and for our country. The fighting was fierce and I got separated from my friends, my comrades, my countrymen"
"I was lost and frightened. I stumbled across some men, I thought they would kill me but they helped me. They were English"
"We fought together, shoulder to shoulder, like comrades. Me and the young English men. They were very brave. I knew that I had to return to my countrymen and when I had the opportunity I thanked the English men for their kindness and left them to return to my company"
"As I left them I promised myself that the next Englishmen I meet I would buy them a drink, I have now bought my English friends that drink"
With that he thanked us and left the room. His story still makes me feel humble after all these years.