Why I Left Crimea
The only thing left is to take each person by the hand, serve them tea, put a plaid throw over them and say, “That’s it. This shit is fucked. We’re going to kill you now.”
The only thing left is to take each person by the hand, serve them tea, put a plaid throw over them and say, “That’s it. This shit is fucked. We’re going to kill you now.”
European countries have yet to see in action the “red-brown” synthesis, which is so popular in the post-Soviet space.
Un extracto de “Excuse me Mister – How Far is it from Simferopol to Grozny?” traducido al Español por un gato cualquiera