Russian children and military personnel are being trained on these simulators to use drones to kill Ukrainians—and soon, Western Europeans.
The head of the Russian drone simulator company is still allowed to travel freely throughout Europe.
It’s madness. The stupidity of our European leaders will lead to the destruction of Europe.
June 4 is the Day of Remembrance for children whose lives were taken by #ruZZia
Hundreds of the Ukrainian boys and girls, who were supposed to grow up, love, and create the future, became victims of terror.
It is impossible to forgive. A pain that will never subside 💔💔💔🕯️
Russians should be banned from travelling abroad, including restrictions on visas for officials and dignitaries, while Putin continues using and threatening to use nuclear-capable ballistic missiles against cities across Europe, including Ukraine.
It’s reckless, escalatory and dangerously normalised.
Russia hit a dead-end on the battlefield, so it terrorizes Ukraine with deliberate strikes on city centres.
These are abhorrent acts of terror meant to kill as many civilians as possible.
Moscow reportedly using Oreshnik intermediate-range ballistic missiles – systems designed to carry nuclear warheads – is a political scare-tactic and reckless nuclear-brinkmanship.
Next week, EU Foreign Ministers will discuss how to dial up the international pressure on Russia.
As the world celebrates Victory in Europe Day, let us not forget how World War II began — with a deal.
In 1939, Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union signed the Molotov–Ribbentrop Pact. This agreement set the stage for the joint destruction of Europe.
Hitler invaded Poland from the west, and Stalin followed from the east. The USSR then attacked Finland, annexed the Baltics, and seized territory from Romania. Between 1939 and 1941, the Soviets supplied Nazi Germany with oil, grain, and raw materials — fueling its conquest of Europe.
Stalin was not Hitler’s victim. He was his partner in crime. Together, they ignited a war that would claim over 70 million lives.
Truth matters more than propaganda.
Every time I see a Ukrainian life lost and the lives of their families destroyed, I cry. I can’t live my life freely until Russians pay for everything.
While groveling to ensure a ceasefire for their death parade, russia is trying to kill families in Ukraine.
This mother in Ternopil holds her child tightly in a shelter, as if it’s the last time.
russia doesn’t care about that. All they care about is their war cargo cult.
"Grandma, please bake me pliatsky (homemade pastries) and cookies..."
The first call of a Ukrainian Defender who returned home today from Russian captivity to his family.
They are both crying.
I have tears in my eyes, too.
Ukrainian blogger Maria Berlinska of “Victory Drones” had a revealing conversation with a taxi driver from Russia.
“Late evening, I’m running late for the metro, so I call a taxi.
The driver’s profile appears in the app — high rating, 17 thousand rides.
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"Evil wins only when good people do nothing." 🇺🇦❤️🇳🇴
Skomantas Urbonas, winner of the Abel Mathematics Competition in #Norway, donated his entire 15,000 NOK prize to Ukraine’s Defense and Medicine. He believes his achievement means more if it helps Ukraine win.
Hello, I'm Artemko. I'll be 19 months old forever now.
I was killed at my home in Kryvyi Rih when a russian missile hit the building.
My mummy and daddy were with me. They are gone too, and so is the lady next door. Another man from our building died in hospital a few days later.
Our apartment isn't there any more, and neither are any of the apartments round our stairwell.
My parents had two children: me and my older brother Maksym. When my mummy and daddy found out that I was going to be born soon, they were very happy. But Maksym was really jealous.
All that changed when I was brought home from the hospital, and my brother became my best friend! If my parents needed help, he could look after me or play with me. That was especially useful when the three of us – my brother, Mummy and me – were living abroad. We moved there for a while to get away from the war. I was very little then, about a year old.
My daddy was waiting for us at home. I just adored him when I came back! Of course, I loved my mummy too, but everyone called me daddy's boy. I looked just like him.
The day we were killed, my brother wasn't at home. He'd stayed at Grandma's house the night before. And we stayed in the apartment that morning, even though we used to go to the shelter when it was dangerous.
Now Daddy, Mummy and I are Maksymko's guardian angels.
📝 Story told by his family. Documented by Ukrainska Pravda.