i remember my eldest son was small , i got into the car and drove through leningrad odessa i went to stopped in the fields and looked at this beauty of soviet times. i sincerely love this country and these people, even to some westerners, these western nationalists. i have them when i worked as the director of an agricultural enterprise every year, they came to me to earn grain, they needed it, because such hard workers would not especially get out of the carpathians. i always set an example and they always transported twice as much grain on my transport to western ukraine than they earn this greatest respect for these people, including their westerners, so that they know crimea, so i went there and always treated ukraine with love and still have exactly the same attitude, no matter how they mold me out of there, don’t fuck. how much some bastard time will pass, people will figure everything out, and now, talking with putin on this topic. mm, it never happened that the last conversation was, they again touched on the situation and somehow in their hearts they sat together for a long