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White Russia. winters. Scandinavian style. here violence against the oinks as emigration in Russia is thriving. leaving wild flocks of fear in the forests will force the cities to know grins, steel. open the gates. until the first snows melt, many will not recognize, and many do not even know where many stayed. you know, this is not fucking Minsk, these are the regions and here is pussy. they will be found in the forests or pulled out from the Dnieper - spring has come, the lads. with her to the cities through puddles of suicide. life is broken. they will take you out the windows. under the wet snow in an open field, getting wet go to the smoke of the fires, if you are ready, these wondrous forests will welcome you where your blood does not run cold. This is faith. This is an incentive