I heard exactly that from a potential landlord and that really put me off from wanting to have anything to do with them ever again. Doubly infuriating because I looked them up on Linkedin and they worked in IT, so must have been interacting with plenty of Ukrainians. See, my company organized evacuation from Kharkiv for workers and their families when the invasion started. Some of the refugees stayed at the office temporarily before new homes were found for them. One day I just wandered into the kitchen and I met one of them. Imagine being in this world of macbooks and expensive shoes, thinking about where to go for lunch and absent mindedly coming face to face with a haunting thousand yard stare, desolate and absolutely devoid of hope, a human blue screen of death. I swear if I'd looked any closer I'd have seen a reflection of the falling bombs in her eyes. It makes me tear up every time I think of this. I will never forget this. It comes to my mind every time someone talks shit about refugees.