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Greetings. I am a Russian Occupant. This is my profession. It occurred historically. I occupied Siberia. Now it produces oil, gas, aluminium and all kinds of useful goods. It has cities with tall buildings now. No one sells women for sack of mink hides there, as they used to before Russians.

I occupied Baltics. I raised factories and power stations. In place of their funny little huts. Baltics started making quality electronics and automobiles. They asked me to leave. Now they only produce sprats and launder capitals, whilst most of their workforce cleans British toilets.

I occupied Ukraine. And built factories with power stations there too. Ukraine made aircraft engines, ships, tanks, and cars. They asked me to leave. Now they manufacture political unrest in grandiose proportions. They stopped producing everything else.

You know what? I'm tired of apologizing for being an occupant. Yes, I am an occupant - this is my birthright. I know insides of a Kalashnikov better than a baby knows his mother's teat. I am an aggressor and bloodthirsty deviant. You better beware.

It was me who lived there hundred years under Mongol yoke. But where are those Mongols now? It was me who burned Moscow just not to surrender it to Napoleon - and how did your Bonaparte end? It was me who sat in trenches near Volokolamsk, holding off Germans on my last breath, knowing that they shall not step an inch further - where are your Nazis now, a where is their damned Hitler?

Everyone who dared, entered to my home. Turks, English, Poles, Germans, the French. Had enough land for everyone - 6 feet under, each. I do not desire your double-faced freedom, I have no need for your rotten democracy, every last of your so-called "Western values" is alien to me, I have a stake of my own. This is my last polite warning - try not to tempt me. I build peace, oh I love peace! But I wage war better than anyone else.

Best regards, Russian occupant.