Sorry, in English, I couldn’t resist the rhyme, Uncle Vlad, you are so bad. The news has covered in detail, what may or may not happen. This is my sarcastic, silly take on it.
For Ukraine, it is the loud neighbor coming on the property and staying. “You weren’t invited in the first place, when are you leaving?”
“Who says we’re leaving? Kiev is where the Russian state was founded. Give it up, you people are Russians. Ukrainian, bah humbug! Just because Western Ukraine is different in religion? Bah humbug! Today, Ukraine, the rest of the Slavic world! We hear Dubrovnik is nice at this time of year.”
The Mayor of Dubrovnik threw his two kopecks in. No Rubles. Dollars, Pounds, or Euros only.
Uncle Vlad glared. “You’ll take what we give you and like it.”