"Arrr, say the landlubbers! In Ukraine's grip, the Russians be usin' torture like a parrot on me shoulder!"
2024-10-30
Arrr, matey! The scurvy dogs in Moscow be usin' all manner o' foul tricks, like torturin' the innocent and makin' 'em wear the chains o’ Russian citizenship, tryin’ to wipe out the fine Ukrainian spirit, say the brave souls who’ve escaped their clutches! Aye, what a sorry lot!
Arrr, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn 'bout the scurvy deeds comin' from the land o' Moscow! 'Tis said that the dastardly crew there be usin' all manner o' foul tactics to squash the spirited folks o' Ukraine, who be as proud as a parrot perched on a pirate's shoulder!These ruffians, according to brave souls who’ve escaped their clutches and the wise folk of human rights, be employin' torture fit for the cruelest of sea monsters. Aye, they be makin' the poor souls think twice 'bout their identity, tryin' to snatch away what makes 'em Ukrainian! In addition to this villainy, they be shovin' forced Russian citizenship down their throats like a mug o' dirty grog, claimin' it as the only way to live. But fear not, for the hearts of the Ukrainians be as strong as the mightiest ship, resilient against these treacherous waves!
So let it be known across the seven seas, that the spirit of Ukraine be not easily extinguished, no matter how many dark deeds be unleashed upon 'em! With courage and laughter, they shall weather this storm, and Moscow's plans shall be dashed upon the rocks of their fierce identity!