Vladolf Putler is a Lebensraum-hogging megalomaniac who has isolated himself from reality into his bunker. He has surrounded himself with weak yes-men who conform this sociopath's delusional thoughts such as a nuke-horny midget named Medvedev. When Vlad's mission inevitably fails, this former office rat certainly doesn't kill himself like his Aryan counterpart Adolf Hitler did, no way, he doesn't have balls for it, someone else has to do this pest control job, regarding his cronies as well.
Sufferings and deaths just continue in Ukraine, but the grandpa in his bunker doesn't care because his own ass isn't in danger, yet...
The various oils, bodily fluids, and dead skin from an older male 60+ years of age churned and refrigerated into a beautiful golden-brown stick of Grandpa Butter.
I went to my grandparents house and took a stick of Grandpa Butter out of the fridge and buttered my toast. I ended up with a chunk of dead skin stuck between my teeth.