Actually...they've already come.
HUNDREDS of them!!!
We first came to Amalfi three years ago: no Russians.
Two years ago, we came to Amalfi for the second time: a couple of Russians.
This year: our hotel is crawling with Russians.
We chose a couple of seaside chaise lounges our first day here, and we were surrounded by people speaking Russian.
They mostly sit under umbrellas, playing cards, taking calls and sending texts on their crack-berries, and ordering the occasional fruity, frozen cocktail. Then, they all get up together and go for a communal swim in the sea.
Overall, in my opinion, a very odd people.
Yuri: And now, comrades, we go for communal swim.
Ludmila: Oh, Yuri! You are like Russian sturgeon jumping out of Caspian Sea!
Yuri: Da!! I happy to see you!
Ludmila: Damn you, Yuri! You, once again, confuse Armani hat for bathing cap!
Yuri: No worry, my little sable. I buy 500 of them. I just wear one day, and then I throw out!
Ludmila: If you buy hats for yourself, what you buy for Ludmila?
Yuri: Oh, my little chinchilla... Perhaps I buy Santa Caterina hotel, and rename it Святой Катрин...just for you!
Ludmila: Who is awful man who reading English propaganda about Russia's rightful invasion of Georgia.
Yuri: I think he called Big Finn. Perhaps I call my friend Vladimir Putin and arrange to also have "peace keepers" sent to Finland!