What does old Vlad do late at night when his day is done? Make out with beautiful women? Cross-dress? Write in his dear diary? Read reports from his generals? Plot against Trump? Nyet! Nyet! Nyet! He locks the door to his bedroom and gets out his special equipment. First, he downs a tumbler of Vodka. Then he applies over his lip an enormous mustache. Stripping to the skin, he puts on an oversized Bolshevik people’s revolution suit. He then grabs some sheets of paper and with a red-inked pen, and smiling he begins to write enemy names upon it. Yes, he is pretending to be his personal hero, Joseph Stalin. No one dares knock on Vlad's door late at night. You see, even tyrants have role models.
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