Ukrainians in Tokmak complain of constant stench. Using cremation, Russia conceals its combat losses.
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8 thoughts on “Losses to losses, or: Dust to dust”
The invaders and their stench
The odour of death
When will it end?
🙏🏻 💔 Abi 💔 🙏🏻
Yes, marauding invaders have burdened this world 💔
Ah. The nose knows!
💖🙏🏻 Muri 🙏🏻💖 ~ indeed
But each family will still have that empty space…(K)
💗🙏🏻 Kerfe 🙏🏻💗 ~ true, but the Russian government gives them carrots and potatoes in exchange!
For which I’m sure they’re grateful.