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>>1813 Dirty and smelly Taras-faggot sat in a greasy T-shirt and torn trousers on a chilled chair in his shitty sychevalny and spread Russophobia on the Russian Internet. Suddenly, a painfully familiar sound attracted his attention. This sound, heard from behind the window in the distance, kept expanding, getting stronger, growing, until it turned into a powerful and menacing RUMMMBLE!!! Creak-creak - the chair creaked. Taras understood everything. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he still hoped that everything would work out, that this did not apply to him, but this hope went into oblivion when he heard this roar! Only an approaching Russian missile could rumble like that. Then there was a series of powerful, loud explosions, BOOM!