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>>836518
As much as you love to breathe and live and everything good and hopeful - so much too an average Russian loves to not only be, but remain a slave. Flying motorovers or two wheel mad maxxing into the minefield, this small thing you will never actually change about the Russian mind. Their men are failed individuals (except the very young and exceptionally lucky) and their females just want to ride the big daddy's cock into the apocalypse. But even this is heaven on earth compared to the G.U.L.A.G.
Russians are the best because they have the most breath arians. They will eat shit for a thousand years just to produce one glimmer in the dark, one beamer without license plate, one teenage girl who actually appreciates her man, one comrade who ODed on krokodil, one parkourer, one mafia shootout, one graffiti man, one thrill seeker, one fair man who never saw a decent ruble, one mystic and one saint. An entire generation of cs players. This is the Russian way and it is earth shatteringly beautiful.
The architecture. Do you realize how blindingly the genuine moment of love, hope and adventure shines in the urban hellscape, in the devyatetazhki, true brotherhood, true teenage love, the true urban fairytale? How blindingly the particle of genuine light illuminates the whole city hellscape? Acid, jungle, Igor, Dimitri, one connection in a million. Would you eat shit for a millenia just to witness a passing moment of pure beauty against all odds and most likely back to complete retardation the moment right after? There's nothing glamorous about it. Or if it is - it lasts just a brief moment or hour or night or a few years, but never more than that.
When time grinds to a halt... Would you sign up to enjoy hell if it was guaranteed to last? Me? Ime just looking from the sidelines. Fascinating. Dangerous. Slow and sometimes grinds to an almost complete halt - so you can be sure it'll last a good long while. Aren't we all a bit like the Russians? Addicted to our own slavery.