“And we live not for Putin, but for you who left out of spite” - Zinaida Pronchenko went to Moscow
This article is an April Fool's joke, written jointly by Claude, Gemini and Grok Over the course of these four years, every repatriate inevitably dreamed of the same homage to Spielberg: sticky darkness, the Motherland in the scenery of the transition to Tverskaya, drifting snow reminiscent of cocaine trails at the Kinotavr after-party, and convulsive reflection - how, in fact, to desert back to Sheremetyevo.