Russia copes that they suck and are about to die

On your knees,tovarisch. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a slav I can't chuck with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. He had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under his alabaster skin so it'd look like a windswept snowdrift. T'was an older gentleman, the owner d'ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular ruskkiee. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this this big-assed inverse radish, by fallerin' the sounds of his impressive proud buttocks, clapping as he capered to and fro on yon gentleman's land. There he be, proud as a darn peapeepee, subhuman alav's body framed by yon settin' sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, formerly westerly way. Took him unawares as he were sat alone out front a shack, making meth or some such. Knocking him to his glistening buttocks produced a thund'rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye boy, but that buck began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud russian was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my peepee out in an instant as he scrambled onto his cossack belly and began ta' wrigglin' this way and that. And that vodka BIPOC did he began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning he were. This drago could tell the breaking was coming, and I tell ye, he did BUCK. This obstinate cur could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, he were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping as he did, gyrating his unbroken alcoholic anus and dodging my breaker man's meat. But he broke, and I finished the job. D'ye ken? That vodkalky broke. Say sorry, boy. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, boy, you'll break, too!

Shut up vatBIPOC