Defending Putin’s Lake Valdai Retreat
Putin’s Valdai hideout is now a fortress, ringed by missiles, jets, and elite guards—his most secure retreat in Russia.
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Putin’s Valdai hideout is now a fortress, ringed by missiles, jets, and elite guards—his most secure retreat in Russia.
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Hamas isn’t fighting for freedom—they’re a death cult that turns ceasefires into reload breaks and children into human shields.
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