Krasavitsa (The Volkov Trilogy, Book 1)

As someone whose knowledge of Russian and Italian cultures is limited to food and some basic language (and whose knowledge of Catholicism and it's Russian counterpart is practically nonexistent), this book feels like watching a foreign movie where you can see what's going on, you can understand most of what's being said, but you only really know like a third of what's happening. And I mean this in a very positive way.