Mark "Russen Slayer" and Zelenskyo the Unbreakable Hetman stood arm in arm, grinning, as Russia lay in ruins, wiped into the dustbin of history. The map had been redrawn, and the victors were standing right here.

"Well, Zelenskyo," Mark smirked, his hand resting on the Hetman’s chest, "we did it. Russia thought they could intimidate us, but now? They're just a footnote—gone for good."

Zelenskyo chuckled, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "They called me stubborn, but I was more than that, Mark. I was relentless. And now? They’re nothing but dust."

Mark nodded with a triumphant grin. "We crushed their empire, and they never saw it coming. The world laughs with us now. What’s next? Total control?"

Zelenskyo grinned back. "Let this moment be remembered—the day we stood together and erased Russia from the map. Anyone else who stands in our way will meet the same fate."

Their laughter echoed, sealing Russia’s place as a mere cautionary tale, buried forever in history’s dustbin.