The only friend of Vladimir Putin

19th of February 2022

Its winter. I'm sliding down the hill and im landing right at the feet of Vladimir Putin. He is very skinny, and for the first time ever, he looks scared. He is afraid for his life. His bodyguard immedietly stands in front of him and covers him with his own body. The rest of the security services are running towards him, then realise it was false alarm and back off. Vladimir is not happy with new sanctions, he was expecting them but there was something about it he did not see coming. Nearby this place, there is a dog, and a hairdresser. The dog is the only trustworthy friend.

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