Ukraine is dealing with an enemy it knows very well; knows like the back of its hand, knows to the point where it can be recognized by its gait and intonation; to the point where it’s almost see through for us. This has not always been the case. Hard work and experience - usually dark, suffocating to the point of nausea, or so very painfully cold, have brought our nation precious knowledge - our enemy is an army of cowards. An army of cruel, propaganda-dependent parodies of human beings; a grotesque horde imbued with its own corpse stench. Their god is an idol, they are barely standing on the hums of their (un)morality, rushing uncontrollably to the abyss.
Ukrainians frighten them to the point of warmth in their pants, which later sticks and pulls hairs out of those katsap buttocks covered in cold sweat, while their owners lie on our land. The culture of every Ukrainian is courage and dignity. Our enemy is not familiar with these virtues, therefore it will fall and never rise again.
