Arrr, Putin be sayin’ sorry, but he won’t own up to the shipwreck in Kazakhstan! Blame the sea, matey!
2024-12-28
Arrr, Captain Putin be tellin' the Azerbaijani matey Aliyev through the magical talking box, “Aye, a right calamity happened in the skies o' Russia, me hearty!” Aye, the clouds be murky with mischief!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round, fer I be havin’ a tale of high seas and high politics! It be the great captain of the frosty north, President Vladimir V. Putin, a man with a beard as thick as a ship’s riggin’, speakin’ with the leader of the land of fire, Ilham Aliyev. In a parley o’ sorts, over the magic crystal box they call a phone, the Russian chief be accusin’ that a most tragic incident be takin’ place in his airspace! Aye, ye heard me right, in his watery realm above the clouds!Now, ye might be wonderin’ what mischief befell the skies! Was it a flock of rogue gulls? Or perhaps a wayward cannonball? Nay, the details be as scarce as rum on a dry land! But fear not, for our crafty leader of the Rus be quick to point the finger, sippin’ his vodka and watchin’ the world go by with a raised eyebrow. And what say ye, Ilham Aliyev? He be listenin’ with ears as sharp as a cutlass, ponderin’ how to steer his ship through these turbulent waters. Avast! It be a tangled web o' diplomacy, where the winds blow fierce and the seas be ever changin’. Stay tuned, for the seas be ever shrouded in mystery!