Producer Ivanov humilated Stas live on air
A few words about Serya and Stas.
Anons, I finally finished watching Stas's video, which is so simple about Serya. And you know what? Total disappointment. A collapse of hope. This Lobninsk blockhead couldn't even fathom Memorial. He doesn't even know who Serya's Mistress Che really is, and yet there's so much material here for a thoughtful pig scientist? Tons of lulz.
But the end of Stas's video caught my attention. Watch after 1:39:00. Who do you see there? Maybe this is what real, stern internet whistleblowers look like? Or mighty boxers? Or maybe thought leaders? No, no, no. Of course, it's possible this is a cunning plan to evoke pity, but in reality, how pathetic this Stasik looked, with his nervous tics, the fear in his eyes, and the timidity in his movements. Fuck, this is a fiasco, Stasyan, this is a fiasco.
And what should a true DzhYgit have done, the meticulous anon-saloved asks me? This is how I see it. If you've really been so offended, had your teeth knocked out, and had someone shit down your throat, then the first thing you should do isn't make a video, but rather lie low like a gray rat, thoughtfully read Memorial if you're smart, or ask your colleague Svinofürrer for Serun's address if you're not.
And then it's a matter of technique: get to Pokrovskoe, either by dog-sleigh, or in a car with a friend, or drive to Tver with a friend, and then, to avoid exposing yourself and your friend, take a stagecoach—there are plenty of options... Lobnya is in the north, and Tver isn't that far from there, by the way.
And then, look at the video with Chadleeva and Ivanov. Look at the mess in the yard: planks, strollers, all that crap—it's clear they haven't been cleaned for years, and Seryoga isn't just eating triple-digit flammable materials for nothing. Burn them all. At night, pour gasoline on the fence in several places around the perimeter to make it harder to put out and distract attention, and throw a couple of Molotov cocktails over the fence—Seryoga's prominent stablehand will have plenty to burn, and with a little luck, the house might catch fire too.
Not to mention that Stas himself is physically strong and clearly does boxing. If you were to ambush Seryoga in Pokovsky, near the store, for example, and just land a good hook to his greasy face, it would be extremely sad for the fat guy, because even a fall from his own height could fatally injure Seryoga. Or, as a last resort, hire two thugs with bats from the darknet, and let them beat up both Serya and Chaldeikha, for example. Because Chaldeikha is just a crazy, filthy idiot, and she's still paying her idiot boyfriend's bills.
Serya has all of YouTube and half the internet for his well-wishers—the cops would be fucking exhausted trying to find them.
As you understand, this isn't a call to action (Memorial members and I personally strongly condemn violence), but rather the most ordinary reasoning out loud.
Well, for now, I regret to admit that the score was unprecedented, and Serya beat Stas. Serya wins the round.
Tags: Bashkir idiot, in the enemy's lair