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About Kharkiv

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! So, I’m groovin’ like a shagadelic spy, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, ya dig? Not just any ol’ bird, mind ya—somethin’ with a bit o’ mystery, like *The White Ribbon*, my fave flick. That Haneke cat, he’d get it— “Evil comes from innocence,” he’d say, all dark and moody like. Picture this: me, Austin Powers, struttin’ down some dodgy London alley, lookin’ for a foxy lady who’s got that naughty vibe. Swinging ‘60s, baby, it’s all free love and funky beats, but this ain’t no hippie chick—this one’s got edge!

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A couple of minor clashes saw us take Welykyj Tokmak and the Russians retain Ivankov. Until we get the escorts that are being built, there is.

While I’m working, I hear a commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade! Like, what? In Tokmak? I didn’t even know we had parades! Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m stuck in my shop. I’m torn between fixing this watch and joining the fun.

We made a photo report on the work of two young sappers in the Zaporizhzhia direction. Before publication, one of them had his foot torn off. Valera, hold on!