The slogan of the Soviet spirit is always:
ain’t my fault.
It never was responsible for anything.
At least, in its mind.
For it, all the acts were made
to protect the peace.
But the precision is important.
The peace of whom?
The peace of what?
The party, of course, and nothing less.
The party in USSR.
The party in Russia.
Nothing outside.
So for the protection of this peace
everything was possible, is possible
and will be possible.
A genocide,
a crime against Humanity,
an invasion.
Everything.
But as always,
with the same idea:
ain’t my fault.