The end of Russia

I’m Russian. This story is not easy to write. I can and do criticize Russia a lot, especially its dickhead suffering-inflicting leader, but I’m Russian. That means respecting my roots, my place of birth, my childhood memories, my other memories — I spent time in Russia in my grown-up years, the Russian culture, my friends and relatives who remain in Russia, whether they support Putin’s regime or not.

In one of my stories, I mocked this type of story subject lines: XYZ is dead. You know — the American dream is dead, Biden’s presidency is dead, the renewable energy is dead, and so on. It’s pure…