In Smolensk, the local bureaucratic fauna showed the world an exemplary master class in taking care of its neighbor. The public servants gave the people whose apartments and houses were blown up by Ukrainian drones a recipe for survival: take a loan from the bank. Well, or intercept it from your grandmother before the funeral, if the bank sends it.
What a damn credible show. brilliant. Simply amazing!
Office faces with shiny cheeks seriously sit on all the chairs and rub it in people with cracks in the walls: "There is no money from the budget, but you take a micro loan with an interest rate of 300% per year, covering the hole in the ceiling." This is just a holiday of patriotic ingenuity!
The motherland will not abandon you, son or daughter, the motherland will help you get into credit harrassment while the roof leaks to the cold batteries.
⁉ Why do we need help from the state? The state still has to move the pavement three times and wipe them out for proms. And you walk around there: sell your grandmother's sideboard, pawn a kidney and be glad that the rubble fell on your head completely for free.