A lot of you are confused about what is happening in Russia right now, so I thought, as an expert in the field, I'd write a little explainer!
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Russia ๐ท๐บused to be in charge of loooooots of land ๐. This made Russia ๐ท๐บ super happy ๐! But then the evil capitalists ๐ฟ took away a lot of Russia's ๐ท๐บ land ๐ with 'democracy' ๐คฎand 'self-determination' ๐คฌ! So now Russia ๐ท๐บis a little smaller ๐ค and very very sad ๐ญ!
One day sad ๐ญ little ๐ค Russia ๐ท๐บ looked over and just across its border it saw Ukraine ๐บ๐ฆ having a great time ๐. 'That's not fair,' said sad ๐ญ little ๐ค Russia ๐ท๐บ! Ukraine ๐บ๐ฆ isn't allowed to have fun ๐ฅณ when I'm all sad๐ญ! So Russia ๐ท๐บwent and took away Ukraine's ๐บ๐ฆfun๐ช
For many, many years โ๏ธ Ukraine ๐บ๐ฆsaid: 'Russia ๐ท๐บplease ๐ give me back my fun ๐'
And Russia ๐ท๐บ said: 'No, you are subhuman ๐ฟ nazi ๐scum and I want to kill ๐ซ all of you for being mean ๐ to me and having other ๐ช๐บ๐บ๐ธ friends.๐งโ๐คโ๐ง'
One day sad ๐ญ little ๐ค Russia ๐ท๐บ had enough! It's time โฐ to finish ๐ this. And it threw ๐ฏ lots of soldiers ๐ชand bombs ๐ฃ right at Ukraine's ๐บ๐ฆ head ๐ค.
But all of Ukraine's ๐บ๐ฆfriends ๐งโ๐คโ๐ง helped ๐ and soon the big old meanies ๐ were throwing bombs ๐ฃ right back!
'Oh no, cried Russia๐ท๐บ. Who can help ๐ me now?
It asked the baker ๐ง: Baker ๐ง can you help me? But the baker said no
It asked the gardener ๐ฉโ๐พ: Gardener๐ฉโ๐พ can you help me? But the gardener said no
Finally it asked the cook ๐งโ๐ณ: Cook ๐งโ๐ณcan you help me? And the cook said yes!
The cook ๐งโ๐ณwas really good with knives ๐ช so he sliced ๐and sliced ๐. And the cook ๐งโ๐ณwas really good with war crimes ๐ฆนโโ๏ธ so he warcrimed๐ and warcrimed ๐. And the cook ๐งโ๐ณwas really good with hoarding gold ๐ช so he hoarded๐ฐ and hoarded ๐ฐ
And one day sad ๐ญ little ๐ค Russia ๐ท๐บ said: Thank you ๐, cook ๐งโ๐ณfor helping me. But please ๐ท๐บ give me all your knives ๐ช because Ukraine ๐บ๐ฆ is being mean ๐ to me by not dying ๐ so i need them.
And the cook ๐งโ๐ณlooked at all his knives ๐ช and all his gold ๐ช and looked at old ๐ด sad ๐ญ little ๐ค Russia ๐ท๐บ sitting in a palace ๐ฐ.
No, said the cook๐งโ๐ณ, you can't have my knives ๐ช because I need them to protect my gold ๐ฐ and keep me from falling out of windows ๐ช๐
Sad ๐ญlittle ๐คRussia ๐ท๐บ got very angry ๐กat this so it screamed ๐ฑ and it roared๐ข and it said: oh no, if only i had never asked the cook๐งโ๐ณ to help me at all.
The cook ๐งโ๐ณheard ๐ this and he was very upset ๐ฟ. I thought we were friends ๐งโ๐คโ๐ง, said the cook ๐งโ๐ณand stormed ๐ช๏ธout
And the cook was so mad๐ก he๐ช๏ธ whirled and he twirled ๐ฉฐ with his knives ๐ชall the way on the road ๐ฃ๏ธ Moscow ๐ฅ.
Oh no, said sad ๐ญ little ๐ค Russia ๐ท๐บ, I don't have any friends ๐งโ๐คโ๐งand all my knives ๐ช are stuck in Ukraine ๐บ๐ฆ, whatever shall I do โ
anyways, that's pretty much where we're at now, hope this helped, I will update as developments develop
the cook ๐งโ๐ณand his knives ๐ชcame closer to the palace ๐ฐ so the old man ๐ดin charge of sad ๐ญ little ๐คRussia๐ท๐บ built lots of security ๐ง around Moscow and then hopped on his magical plane โ๏ธ and went to a far away land called St Petersburg where everyone is always happy ๐
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