A fragment from a blog of a Russian man who went on a business trip to South Africa, translated for your convenience.
Me and my friend had to spend roughly 10 hours in Johannesburg. We asked Mikhail and he convinced some kamikaze driver to take us on a tour through the city center. We, the two retards, thought that they were exaggerating about the danger just to frighten us. We thought that we’d get to the center, take a long good stroll through it and show everyone that Russians aren’t afraid of anything.
We ended up not even coming close to doing any of these things.
We nearly shat ourselves….
It’s brutal redpill. It’s a pure crimson, with a strong bitterness.
It terrifies Russians.
I had to. It also applies to the Calais crisis.
And then there’s a taste of that resource restriction AC keeps warning us about;
The hunters (May-May) asked food at the woman of Chef Kitumba. The women told they did not have food. The hunters then demanded that they roast their children for them to eat. source