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"Privet tovarischi"[rus. Hello comrades]. Critique of me is often completely unfounded, made up and based on the envy of people who are complete failures. And one of these claims is of course, the claim that "Vrag is hiding in the woods". So am I really hiding in the woods? Let's find out. The first thing you might notice is the sound of a machine in the background. And you might wonder, when's does this sound come? Well, it comes from a neighbour. If we move away from the sound to another edge of our property, we can glimpse behind the hedge, another house, another neighbour. We now move to the other side of the property and lo and behold, we have neighbours. There is my shadow. If we move to yet another edge, on another side of our property, you can see a horse, um, and you can glimpse in the background, you can see there different houses all around. But never mind that. If your agenda is to claim that I live in the forest, you of course didn't see that, right? Ah, the classic Thulean Perspective film studio. And about 5 meters or so away, another neighbour. And right where you drive up to our property, you kind of drive past the houses of some other neighbours, don't you? And if you do, I am being warned by these four legged creatures. And of course, since we have this hippie car, we naturally also behave like hippies, don't we? If you drive 15 minutes in that direction, you will arrive in a town. If you drive 15 minutes in that direction, you will arrive in another town. If you drive five minutes in that direction, you arrive in the nearest village. And I'm not living in a village because there's no marketplace and there's no temple here. So this is just a little hamlet. I am living in the countryside, though, where pretty much everyone is European, and where also people are very, very poor. There is a lot of poverty here. But contrary to leftist claims, poverty doesn't really lead to crime, because there's basically no crime here. I can take my car and park it with cash lying on the dashboard, windows open, doors unlocked. And when I return to the car, maybe 30-40 minutes later, everything will still be there. Because this is a place where Europeans live, and only Europeans. So, to conclude this, I'm not really in the forest at all, am I? I live in a hamlet surrounded by agricultural land. So, sorry, Liars. Not hiding in the forest. Bye. Bye.