We Go Together...Surprisingly

The apartment is over the hill. I hope I'm first. When I get over the hill I see a girl who is yelling into her iPhone in Italian. I'm Russian so, yeah, I don't understand a word. I see a girl cussing with an Irish accent. Then I see a girl who is laughing and saying over and over again, "I like you," in a German accent. When I clear my throat I hear them stop and stare at me. Well the Italian didn't. I already know we won't get along. The others just stare like I'm a commander in an army. I like them but the Italian will take a bit of work.