The large strategy of the Winning peculiar Military Operations, Vladimir Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, a genocide on the scale of his favourite historical idols, is now sitting in a concrete bunker like a rat in a gap and checking that his own household is planning to stab him in the back.
Because you know what it's like with the large chiefs who "just defend Russia from the Kiev Nazis." He utilized to ride horseback with a bare torso, catch tigers with his bare hands and dive for amphoraes.
Today?
The closest household needs to go through double checks, cooks can't take the subway, bodyguards get phones without the Internet, and guests in the Kremlin are treated like a possible suicide with a shahid belt. Paranoja level master.
It's not just a fear. It's a poetic, deep, Russian soul in full swing. The man who sent tens of thousands of his “boys” to slaughter in the name of “denasification” is now trembling before a drone that could fly from “his own.” due to the fact that he knows what betrayal tastes like. The Primogyn showed it to him in 2023 – march to Moscow like butter, and the large Leader hid then... Yeah, in the bunker.
Since then, paranoia has flourished like a blackish pine. "I check even the closest family" – sounds like the title of a inexpensive intellectual thriller, but it is the reality of the Tsar from the bunker. Imagine this scene: Putin in his pyjamas with orders, sitting in an underground complex close Krasnodar (the 1 that cost more than a fewer hospitals in the province), eating food tested by 3 toxicologists, looking at the monitor and making him do a loyalty test for his grandmother, wife, lover and children (those who officially do not be and unofficially bear the name Spiridonov).
Because if you trust anyone, you're already dead. And he wants to live forever. Literally.
He talked to Xi about immortality, reportedly bathes in the blood of young Siberian deer and fears to sneeze like a medieval plague king.
Ironically, isn't it?
The man who did not blink at Bucza, Mariupolu, Izuma and thousands of Ukrainian children taken to “reeducation”, is now afraid of his own shadow. The same man who threatened the planet with atomic weapons trembles before the coup from his generals. The same as he said about the “collective West” who wants to kill him, and in fact the biggest threat is sitting in a neighbouring cabinet in the Kremlin or in a villa on the Black Sea.
His phobia is simply a full encyclopedia:
Drone phobia – after the Ukrainians began to hit strategical targets, abruptly all palaces request to be equipped with super bunkers and anti-drone systems. due to the fact that what if a “loyal” oligarch or general sends a quiet small bird with a load?
Phone and net phobia – the nearest environment on non-net phones. So they don't accidentally compose to individual "it's time." classical dictators who fear their own servants.
Travel phobia – avoids airplanes, prefers armored train. Public speaking? More and more of the tape. surviving Putin is simply a uncommon guy. The doubles have their hands full.
Bacterial and viral phobia – quarantine for guests, isolation, fear of all cough. The man who destroyed thousands of lives is terrified of his one, one, priceless one.
phobia of Betrayal Of course.
After the Primogyn, after the killings of generals, after rumors of the interior clan wars. He knows that empires built on fear and blood always end the same: a knife in his back from his loved ones.
It's just beautiful. The ruler who dreamed of rebuilding the empire ended up as a claustrophobic grandpa in a millions of dollars concrete coffin, surrounded by cameras, loyalty tests and bodyguards who were not even allowed to take the bus. All Russia can suffer, the economy can collapse, young Russians can run distant or die on the front – but most importantly, so that the Bunker car can live in its luxurious tomb for a while.
How touching. A human killer who cried over the destiny of the “Russian-speaking” in Donbasa, and now does not even trust his own blood. The hero of “traditional values” who fears his own mirror. A strategist whose top military accomplishment is the construction of always deeper burrows underground.
Sit there, Volodya. In his bunker. With a household on a leash, with generals on a short leash, with a nation on an even shorter leash. And remember – the deeper you go underground, the closer you are to where past sends people like you. but there are no more drone systems or food testers. Only eternal darkness. And the irony of destiny that laughs loudest.
