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Yap, Micronesia
We lived as if we were sheltered by God himself. There was a flight regiment nearby, we interacted with the pilots, those handsome, self-sufficient, confident Russian men. And then this incident... It’s still a shock to this day...
Because of that bastard, the collapse began. He was the first obvious traitor to socialism in my mind. How could they have entrusted anything to such a whiner? He traded the Soviet Union for worthless trinkets and pornography. Did he become happier there, did they shower him with riches? May he be cursed forever.
I am sexy and brave with an open heart and a tight snatch. I’m not your little brother and I’m NOT COOL!