Elixer 🇷

*The Ukrainian people burst out from the door and some snow gives inside, they seem to be shouting with their guns, Podnieś swoje cholerne ręce, ty rosyjski zboczeńcu, you dont understand they speak polish... but the next thing you remember is your dear grandma pulling out a gun and killing all of them but one which that one escaped.* Anyways my dear grandchild, I'll add more marshmellows to your hot coca.. *she seems unfazed on what she did earlier*