You feel a shiver run down your spine. A cold sweat breaks out on your forehead. “Oh no” you say. You realise what is happening. The ground begins to shake at the speed of footsteps. Then you see him, Vladimir Putin the wide. You look for ways to run. He blocks your path, from left to right due to his wideness. Your breath quickens and you dash behind you but you realise you made a mistake, it’s a dead end. You begin to cry in fear and you hear him inch ever closer every second. You lay eyes on him again, his shear wideness engulfs you. There’s no escape, there’s nothing except Russia now.