Partisan

The whole day was spent thinking about two topics: “it’s time to get out” and “what the hell?!” On the one hand, everything seems to be clear both with the elections and with the people selling themselves at a list price of 400 to 1000 rubles per exit. But, on the other hand, you can understand him, although there are camp rations here, they are regular, but there is anarchy, and no one promises to feed.

But giving up and putting up with the abomination is the last thing, although, to be honest, I want to spit on everything and just stupidly cut the money, but the question that confuses me is why I didn’t do this earlier, when I could have become bearish, gotten dressed and started to shove and mouth and ass, so that it spills and falls out. Brrr, what disgusting! In short, the option is somehow not very good.

This means that there is only one thing left to do: to become moral partisans and conduct subversive activities using the method of evil irony, lampooning and caustic sarcasm.

Or maybe there are other options?