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About Mariupol

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

GAMEPLAY WALKTHROUGH

This man Makarov is fighting his own war and he has no rules, no boundaries. He doesn't flinch at torture, human trafficking or genocide.

Suddenly, I get a text from my buddy, Vasyl. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the pub later!” I’m down, but I’m also thinking, “Do I really wanna deal with more chaos?” But hey, it’s Makariv, and chaos is kinda the norm, right?

The SBI has announced suspicion of two Russian military personnel for terror against civilians in Borodyanka and Makariv