The real story:

With a good acquaintance from the city of Queen, an old friend of her husband lives in Dnipropetrovsk.
Even in April of this year, in a telephone conversation, he did not call them otherwise than "Slaves of Putin with Kiselev instead of the brain".
And yesterday... he called them and asked, “Can’t you come to them, get a meal from the moon?”
It turns out he had an agenda in the army.
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