My fellow Ukrainians, here’s the deal
Make me the president of your dreams
And if you want protection from treason
Let me run a dictatorship for a reason
*A "poetic" translation from Ukrainiana.
The floor of the Moscow Metro with a sweet candy coating. It's irreverent, cogent, and produced by contributers who are Eurasian area specialists. Just because the Kremlin denied it does not make us wrong.