Abandoned to Die: Russia’s Mobiks on a One-Way Trip to Oblivion

A worn-out Russian fascist trudges through a pastoral landscape under the scorching sun, like a scene straight out of Herbert’s Dune.
He finds a sip of water but still collapses right under the sun—probably to die.
Drones prowl the sky above this open, idyllic scenery, and one of them, spotting its prey, swoops down.
What a mess. You’d think this war couldn’t get any more shocking, but yeah—the Kremlin’s got a flawless assembly line for torching its own army.