In the fifth year of the war, Foreign Ministry comrade Masha Zakharova has finally mastered the tactic of the “deranged cuckoo...”

In the fifth year of the war, Foreign Ministry comrade Masha Zakharova has finally mastered the tactic of the “deranged cuckoo.”

Masha has learned to suddenly stick her beak out of the Foreign Ministry hollow, grunt something quickly, and slam shut again before anyone has time to object or burst out laughing.

Masha is excellent at it.

The voice of the Russian foreign ministry is heard.

The opponents are left looking like fools. They just stand there with their mouths hanging open beneath the Foreign Affairs dispensary.

Undoubtedly, Masha holds a patent for “talking utter crap” on any occasion.

There is no need to put any, even formal, meaning into this foreign-policy cuckooing.

Zakharova’s mug is a guarantee of gibberish anyway.

Today the little door of the birdhouse once again swung open for a moment. Masha emitted a set of foreign-policy sounds and disappeared.

It was about Moldova and Maia Sandu.

“Is Sandu okay in the head?” Zakharova fumed that Moldova’s president dared to call Russia a threat to Europe

Zakharova, however, is good because she does not need to be refuted. Unlike the raving lunatics of the old Soviet school, she puts no meaning at all into the sounds she makes.

Nevzorov

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