Mark "Russian Slayer" erupted in laughter, a sound so sharp and cutting it seemed to slice through the air. His face was lit up with glee, a man who had not only won, but utterly demolished his enemy. It wasn’t the laughter of joy, but of a predator who had crushed its prey beneath its heel and was now relishing the aftermath.

"Look at you!" he spat, his voice dripping with mocking delight. "Russia, once the mighty bear, now nothing more than a whimpering corpse. Your cities, your armies, your leaders… all shattered. Your proud empire reduced to ash beneath our boots."

He leaned forward, still laughing, but there was a deadly seriousness in his eyes. "And your children? What will they inherit? Nothing but dust and ruins. They will grow up in a wasteland, their history erased, their future stolen. You thought you could protect them, didn’t you? But now, they’ll live knowing their parents failed them."

His grin widened, cruel and menacing. "Every Russian child will know what it means to be on the wrong side of history. They’ll have no country, no pride, only shame. And as they walk through the ruins of your once-great cities, they’ll ask themselves—how did we fall so far?"

He shook his head in mock sympathy. "You thought your power was untouchable. You thought your name would endure. But now, Russia is nothing. A fading memory, a warning to those who dare defy us."

His laughter returned, booming and unstoppable. "This is your legacy—broken, forgotten, wiped from the world. And when your children look back at your failures, they will know… there was no escape. This was always your fate."

Mark leaned back, his laughter still echoing. He had already won, but the taste of Russia’s final, total destruction was too sweet to resist. And the world watched, knowing that no one was safe from the wrath of the Russian Slayer.