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https://www.againstallenemies.net/p/the-death-of-p...Picture it. A crisp early summer Tuesday morning, Moscow time.
Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, Tsar of All the Russias, Conqueror of Crimea, Bare-Chested Equestrian of the Steppe, Owner of a Stolen Super Bowl Ring discovers the unique cardiovascular properties of the third-floor window plunge workout.
Or the tea tastes…off. You know…oolong with a note of polonium. Or some cousin or younger brother of a Wagner remnant takes his shot. Or by sheer dumb luck, a Ukrainian drone swarm finds Putin’s motorcade.
However it goes down, the small bald man is gone, and the world wakes up to a Russia-shaped hole in the geopolitical map...
