(satanic sweaty rat noises and hand-wringing in the background) "Oi, Putinstein! We need to get more Goyim killed! Activate ze end of ze year mandatory conscription wave!", the head megakike says in its usual screechy, eardrum-rupturing tone, its thin lips spreading into a sickening grin, accompanied by the cackle and tips of the hat of the lackeys. They're not used to wearing suits and can't wait to go back to not showering for several months. They hate that they have to dress up like the White man. Putin looks up at him, humbled. Was it not enough? Were all his efforts in vain? Does his superior require even more sacrifices? He lowers his head obediently, not daring to disobey, and mumbles quietly, "Yes, Master. It will be done."