Not a candle for God, not a damn poker

On the eve of the presidential elections in Russia, Chairman of the Central Election Commission Vladimir CHUROV, just in case, went to the Church of the Nativity of St. John the Baptist on Presnya. I prayed that everything would go without a hitch. Vladimir Evgenievich chose the church not by chance. It was here that his great-grandmother Praskovya SOKOLOVA once baptized him, secretly from his communist parents.

That’s how it is with him: he was baptized underground, he was appointed by phone, he counts at random, he lies without blinking. But even if he wears a cross and bows, it’s all to no avail, just as he was a demon, he remains the same. I wish I could repent before it’s too late, or at least put on my underpants.