Sometimes having Soviet-born parents (whom you love) can be painful on the physical level.

On New Year’s Eve the last missile fired by Russia on Ukraine was registered at 2 AM.

The following morning my dad sent a video “postcard” in the family chat with a lyrical poem about peace and good will, recited by someone WITH THE FUCKING KREMLIN in the background.

🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️