Arrr, says Telegram, "Pavel Durov's as clear as a calm sea; no treasure to bury, matey!"
2024-08-26
Arrr, matey! Pavel Durov, the Telegram cap’n, be no scallywag! 'Tis ridiculous to blame the ship’s captain for the crew’s mischief. Caught in Paris after a swashbucklin' jaunt from Azerbaijan, he’s as innocent as a landlubber! Moscow be raisin’ a ruckus, but fear not, he’ll sail free!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend yer ears to the tale of Pavel Durov, a scallywag hailing from the icy shores of Russia, the master of the messaging vessel known as Telegram! This be no ordinary yarn, for our noble captain found himself in a spot of bother when he was nabbed by the coppers in Paris, right as he touched down from a high-flying escapade aboard his private airship!Now, Telegram be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest, claimin’ their fearless leader has naught to hide. They be laughin’ at the notion of holdin’ a captain responsible for the mischief of his crew! Aye, it’s like blame the captain for a mutinous parrot squawkin’ too loud! Our dear Pavel, a landlubber billionaire of 39 summers, was caught at Le Bourget airport, and the word from the Kremlin be clear: "Treat him like royalty, ye French buccaneers!"
So, let it be known across the seven seas, it be a ridiculous affair to shackle a man for the misdeeds of those who use his fine contraption for naught but mischief. Raise a tankard to Pavel, the unyielding, for he be weatherin’ the storm with a smile on his face and a wink in his eye!