dear dear one shouts from you and with the word of the russian song they love us about you , zhenya styopkaar and the mess on the russian road became dear, brother. the enemy is licking someone's tail and dreams of pleasing the vigilance of the cyclopes, something that, to put it mildly, rhymes with europe in this chess game, we are all pawns in a war, just like in a war you get dentures in a hurry, and someone else has an ordine. payments of medals to whom it’s a motherfucking war, as long as they fight, to whom it’s a motherfucker, to whom it’s war, as long as they fight with justice we wait. she is not in the world, not for anything, but we fight for the house in it. after all, the children, on the eve of this terrible bloody game, are our grandchildren and great-grandchildren. did our old men really fight for nothing during the second great war , are they really crying for their sins? in the temples of lika, we are fighting and drinking blood. we fight the chimera behind the manna hole. with love for the holy faith, dad congratulated the beautiful country, the great people and the might