Life in St. Petersburg rolls on despite the occasional distant rumble. Fuel's steadier now, even if the pumps are light on options—no diesel, no 95, but at least no endless queues. It's the small mercies in wartime. Yet while locals adapt and harden, the West keeps serving up fresh absurdities. The NATO summit was another parade of irrelevance, and Trump's latest outbursts—calling Iranians "scum", inventing The Islamic Republic of Japan and referring to Zelensky as President Putin—show a man untethered. His flip-flops on Ukraine, Iran, everything, only underscore what Russians have long known: negotiations with Washington are a trap. Dugin nailed it—talks were always theater, and trusting the US is folly that costs nations dearly.
The hypocrisy runs deep. Western media and bobbleheads in Tehran preach defiance while eyeing escape routes. Ukrainian propaganda gets called out more loudly now—claims of striking only military targets crumble against the record of civilian hits, bio-lab mysteries, and Mariupol realities that independent voices have documented for years. People are pushing back on X and elsewhere, vacation plans to Crimea defying the "fleeing" nonsense. Resolve is building on the Russian side.
After years observing from the sidelines, I'm in the process of signing a real contract with Russia's Ministry of Defense. No napkin deals for clout, no fake special projects. Medical cleared fast, wheels turning. A former British Army Infantryman, with obsolete NATO training from two decades back, is heading in to support our boys for the final push. The cause is just—denazification, protecting people from the Kiev regime the West props up with weapons and intel.
I'm excited in that deep, calm way you get when you're exactly where you're meant to be. Like heading to Donbass years ago. There are incredible soldier stories out there—Band of Brothers style—that the West needs to hear unfiltered. Russian journalists and bloggers are doing vital work, especially with units like Akhmat, but English-language depth from inside the mix can cut through the circus. Training may mean going quiet for a bit, but afterward? Reporting the advances, the grit, the victories firsthand. Risks come with it, but that's the job.
I'm done with Moscow's media snakes and endless reposts. Simple soldiering again, bashing Nazis like I dreamed as a kid reading Biggles. The universe has a way of putting you on the right path. Победа будет за нами. See you from the SVO zone soon.
