Hmmmm. Has anybody seen Gen. Lapin lately? He's the Kremlin's man on the scene in Kursk; that's where Ukrainian forces over ran the border defenses in the last week, scattering the conscripts running for their lives, leaving local civilians at the mercy of vengeful Ukrainians. Seems the General, told of a buildup of Ukrainians in the sector, decided a tactical move was not needed. And then, the invasion that has rocked the Vodka Swilling staff in Moskva.
Oh, poor Vova; he needs some smelling salts; he can't speak; can't even get a word out. How did this happen he asks. Oh, where are my Wagner troops? Oh, they are gone, along with their old boss, Yevgeny what's his name, the one I had assassinated. Yes, that one. Oh, well. Find Lapin now; tell him I'm angry. Tell the staff to do something, anything.
Meanwhile the conscripts have been captured and are in camps, getting fed and treated well; better than the earlier times. And the civilians? Hmmm. Where are they? Oh, in retreat/relocation. They are R ussyan, they will survive; send them borsch soup, now.
Where's Lapin? Find him, now. Nappy time Vlad.
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