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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, savvy? Talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, aye? *hic* Like navigatin’ murky waters, it is. Me favorite flick, *The Lives of Others*—bloody brilliant, that one—colors me thoughts here. Picture East Berlin, yeah? Spies, secrets, whispers in shadows. “We are thorough, aren’t we?”—that’s what they’d say, those Stasi blokes. Findin’ a lass for coin? It’s got that same sneaky vibe.

‘Welcome to hell’: Inside Makariv, the town Ukrainians took back from Russian troops

Before the screen, Makarov's men were talking in Russian, So to stop them speak, he might have told that. “Remember - no Russian" — Makarov.

By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but buzzing. I think about the old lady, the tomatoes, the music, and Vasyl’s cat. Makariv, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Russians in retreat, blighted by frostbite and casualties, as Ukrainian troops regain key territory