I was only nine years old. I loved Putin so much, I had all the posters and propaganda films. I’d pray to Putin every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I’ve been given. “Putin is love”, I would say, “Putin is life”. My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Putin. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I’m crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it’s really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It’s Putin. I’m so happy. He whispers in my ear, “This is my gulag”. He grabs me with his powerful Russian hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Putin. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Putin. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Putin. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Putin looks him straight in the eye, and says, “It’s all over now”. Putin leaves through my window. Putin is love. Putin is life.