The world of the average Russian is rapidly collapsing. Over the past few months, from a vague feeling that his n****t he has gone to the physical touch of the state x** in the coccyx area.
Life outside of civilization
After all, thought the Muscovite, everything will be fine. The valiant and invincible Russian army in all its splendor effortlessly destroys the weak Ukrainian army and liberates the Ukrainians, who have been waiting for them, from the yoke of Nazism.
But the Ukrainians for some reason began to resist and did not want to “liberate themselves”. They began to resist, compose songs and, without flinching, share photos of the murdered Rus. Throw money on everything that the army needs, dare international authorities and drive on wrung out tanks pulled up to their positions by tractors. that Ukrainians are zombified and do not understand how good it is to live together with Russia. The argument is so-so, the Muscovite thought, looking back at the sagging sofa and the lame stool, but he believed it.
Then, in order to explain the total defeat at the front, the Russian state invented the myth that NATO was fighting in Ukraine. That's all NATO has gathered in the country and fucks Russian knights all day long. Of course, the crap was loudly broadcasting from the TV, the forces are not equal and we cannot quickly drive all this western evil spirits back into the bottle from Hennessy XO, from where it crawled out. The Muscovite believed in this too. After all, indeed, one, albeit a great Russia, but one, cannot drive a bunch of countries around. She'll just physically get tired of running.
“Gifts” for ohlos
And then it began that the Muscovites completely ceased to like it. “Partial mobilization”, when they began to totally row into the army all those who did not have time to leave the country. And it doesn't matter if you're blind, crooked or bad with a certificate. There were funerals. There were some strange annexations of territories, when they “join” with pathos, but then they leave in a panic by Russian troops. The list of friends of the state began to be replenished with some dubious types in black turbans, giving the “second army of the world” weapons for some reason (“we must have our own up to x * I?”, the Muscovite is surprised).
And then martial law was declared. And, therefore, now any warrior can squeeze a car from a Muscovite; make any boss work longer; any just m * duck to snitch for unreliability. And a lot more. The Muscovite began to feel that the state began to drive his x ** m on his back. “But it doesn’t have to be like that! We must win. Go forward, everyone should rejoice, and our life will improve! I want to feel the taste of victory!”
The Muscovite did not understand the main thing. forcefully fuck from behind at the moment when he loses his vigilance, enthusiastically looking at “so what’s with the crests.” The Muscovite overslept and did not even understand that the war was not only going on in Ukraine, she had been living in his house for a long time and, grinning, swaying on that very lame stool.
And the Russian authorities will recoup for the defeats on the battlefield on him, on the Muscovite, because there is no one else to recoup. on an even shorter leash, actually transferring it to legal bread and water.
X * th Russian authorities are already in the ordinary Muscovite f * ne. Frictions will go further. And the stronger the defeats at the front, the stronger the Russian power will fuck his “winning people”.
