The year is 2050. Due to good behaviour, Putin has won a day off from hell. He decides to visit Moscow and enters a bar. “Do we still control Crimea?” He asks the bartender, who answer in the affirmative. “What about Donbass, is it ours?” Again the bartender confirms.
Putin sighs in relief. “Well. Then I’d like to order a vodka!”. “Coming right up!” Says the barkeep. “That’ll be 20 Hryvnia.”
The year is 2050. Due to good behaviour, Putin has won a day off from hell. He decides to visit Moscow and enters a bar. “Do we still control Crimea?” He asks the bartender, who answer in the affirmative. “What about Donbass, is it ours?” Again the bartender confirms.
Putin sighs in relief. “Well. Then I’d like to order a vodka!”. “Coming right up!” Says the barkeep. “That’ll be 20 Hryvnia.”