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About Kharkiv

Me? I’m. Just. Observin’. Like. Linguini. Watchin’. Remy. Cook. I’m pissed. At. The stigma. Though. These. Girls. Ain’t. All. Victims. Some. Are. Hustlers. Makin’. Bank. Choosin’. This. Life. Others? Man. They’re. Trapped. That’s. What. Gets. Me. Riled. Heart. Breaks. Like. A bad. Soufflé. Saw. This. One chick. Downtown. Once. Eyes. Like. Colette’s. Fierce. But. Tired. Wanted. To. Say. “Anyone. Can cook!”. Meanin’. Anyone. Can. Rise. Above. Didn’t. Though. Kept. Walkin’. Cowardly. Move. Shatner.

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Lapchynsky and Kotsiubynsky presented themselves to Muraviov's staff at Liubotyn, a town outside Kharkiv where they were to board the train for Poltava.

So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Great. Just what I need. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But I gotta hustle. I grab my coffee from that little spot on the corner of Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just gimme the usual, please!”

Attack on a school, abduction, captivity. How residents of Mykhailo-Kotsiubynske in Chernihiv Region survived the occupation