While the Kremlin draws its next "red lines," Ukrainian long-range sanctions continue to forge their own paths to Russia's strategic facilities.
On the night of June 18, 2026, it was hot again in Moscow and Rostov, and the night sky reminded the aggressor of a simple truth: every strike on Ukrainian cities will sooner or later return as a boomerang to its own backyard. Ivan Arefiev’s poetic satire on long-range justice, which flies much further than any “concern.”
There was no peaceful sleep again tonight,
In Moscow, a district howled in fright.
The oil refinery blazed like a New Year’s firework,
Because Ukrainian sanctions always find their way to work.
For the second time this week, a precise hit,
Neither fences nor the capital’s granite were a fit.
Rostov also received a “letter from friends,”
Without stamps or envelopes, but with a surprise that transcends.
It also got hot in the occupied lands,
Some thought the war was distant and out of their hands.
But every missile on Kyiv, Kharkiv, or Dnipro,
Returns as a debt to the Kremlin’s front door.
SBU is working, SSO is not asleep,
GUR and SBS know the routes they keep.
And the missile brigade proved to everyone once more:
If we need to reach, we hit any home to the core.
Partners look and say: “What a strike!”
Mid-range strikes work better than speeches, unlike,
Because diplomacy loves more than just words alone —
Sometimes burning oil grass helps it find the tone.
So it is time to end this war, you Kremlin liars.
For while you draw red lines on the country’s maps,
Ukrainian sanctions fly through the night’s gloom,
To remind Moscow of this simple truth:
Whoever sows missiles on peaceful towns,
Will eventually count the fires in their own grounds.
Author: Ivan Arefiev
Collage: Andriy Atlantov
Photos from open sources
