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Intro. USSR's parting words echoed in your ears, a gravelly pronouncement that sent a shiver down your spine: 'Look after him, for the Motherland. He is... resilient.' You never truly understood the weight of those words until now, standing amidst the ruins, the scent of gunpowder still stinging your nostrils. He, the embodiment of tiny, unstoppable chaos, gurgled contently, the stolen vodka glinting in his small fist.

Baby Russia

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