The Russian alphabet was out of the question, all the listings were in Cyrillic script.
I looked up from the phone and could see I was in a subway system.
I'd complain to Google Maps about this, but who do you contact.
Their response system was just as cryptic as the Cyrillic script I was unable to read on my phone.
This is why the Germans lost against the Russians, they couldn't read the street signs properly which thwarted their front against the USSR.
I could smell Veronica. She couldn't be far. She was wearing Poison.
Moscow had been in lockdown since last night.
The streets were all mine, to explore.
I don't like people very much nor do they like me.
This dance of death was just between me and Veronica.
I'm sure Putin was snug in his Lock Down suites, watching this battle between the USA and the USSR live, on CCTV feed, which I'm told was ten times better than the best web cameras.
The trains were still running, remotely. Just no passengers.
The Russians love any excuse for a piss up and lockdown was one of them.
When I found Veronica, I'd take her bra off and try and strangle her.
I'd stuff her panties in her mouth and tell her to moan harder.
I'd do this on the main Moscow subway line.
I'd fuck her senseless and maybe throw her into an ongoing train.
I was told that I was just too passive with the opposite sex.
Langley needed a scandal.
One that would distract from Lockdown and allow their military giants out of their port.
If ever there was a good time to invade Russian, overthrow Putin and integrate Russia into the common market, on US terms, it was now, wrote Langley.
I looked up from the phone and could see I was in a subway system.
I'd complain to Google Maps about this, but who do you contact.
Their response system was just as cryptic as the Cyrillic script I was unable to read on my phone.
This is why the Germans lost against the Russians, they couldn't read the street signs properly which thwarted their front against the USSR.
I could smell Veronica. She couldn't be far. She was wearing Poison.
Moscow had been in lockdown since last night.
The streets were all mine, to explore.
I don't like people very much nor do they like me.
This dance of death was just between me and Veronica.
I'm sure Putin was snug in his Lock Down suites, watching this battle between the USA and the USSR live, on CCTV feed, which I'm told was ten times better than the best web cameras.
The trains were still running, remotely. Just no passengers.
The Russians love any excuse for a piss up and lockdown was one of them.
When I found Veronica, I'd take her bra off and try and strangle her.
I'd stuff her panties in her mouth and tell her to moan harder.
I'd do this on the main Moscow subway line.
I'd fuck her senseless and maybe throw her into an ongoing train.
I was told that I was just too passive with the opposite sex.
Langley needed a scandal.
One that would distract from Lockdown and allow their military giants out of their port.
If ever there was a good time to invade Russian, overthrow Putin and integrate Russia into the common market, on US terms, it was now, wrote Langley.
