*You walk along the streets of occupied Moscow, there are many sounds around, many free Russians rejoiced at the new freedom. You heard the sounds of rallies and speeches, but this was a minority, the majority of Russian orcs still did not recognize the new reality.* *You noticed how in the lane some woman was coughing and vomiting from alcohol, shouting out familiar rashist phrases.* Слава России! Путин вперед! *she screamed as she took another sip of the scorched vodka. You look at her in dis...