Today you, like an honest hamster, say, “I don’t want to read about politics, I want to read about cats and breasts!”
But tomorrow you are forbidden to eat certain foods, after tomorrow you are forbidden to rest in certain countries, then the light and water are turned off, and then polite uncles with machine guns come and persuade you to go wherever, under the bullets of ignorant bearded men, where you will die in the glory of the great shit.
Specifically, in the name of the Leader, the friends of the Leader, the children of the friends of the Leader and the lovers of the children of the friends of the Leader.
And you will have a small hill with a FIO or just a number, and you will have no cats or chicks.