Nutjob
Nutjob
The church bells rang out in Eastern Ukraine. Up and down the land. In towns and cities, in hamlets and villages. Putin's tanks and guns crossed the border at numerous points. The war was on!
Advancing from so called 'exercises' in Russia. An invasion force in all but name. Backed up by similar forces further along the border. Subdue the east then move elsewhere.
There was only one way to stop it: a former Ukrainian KGB spy smuggled a small package to the Kremlin. It was a suitcase nuke, Hiroshima size bomb. Missing since the Soviet Union collapse.
A weapon strong enough to send a message to Neo Soviet Russia: Don't invade Ukraine! Putin will soon die in a war of his own making. Moscow will be irradiated.
Will his army pullback? Will another hardline nutjob replace him or a 'dove'? In the meantime, war rages and people die. All for Putin's Neo Soviet empirical dreams.
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