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What I yell at the top of my lungs when I’m stuck in Russia and my brain is melting from confusion and stress
I don’t speak Russian, I speak Soviet, and I’m not asking for directions, I’m declaring war.
I don’t speak Russian, I speak Soviet, and I’m not lost, I’m just choosing to be extra.
I don’t speak Russian, I speak Soviet, and I’m not being rude, I’m just being honest.