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Peachblush was taking a leisurely stroll around the famous Moskva River in Moscow, Russia when he spotted a pretty-looking building that had five palaces, four cathedrals, and one Putin. "Golly gee," said Peachbush, "is that the Kremlin? I've always wanted to see inside there! The Kremlin has got to be my second favourite building in the world, right after the Te Pae Convention Centre in Christchurch, New Zealand! Now that place really is an engineering marvel! Who had the idea to build it right in the middle of a street? Because it was a brilliant idea and I'd like to donate half my paycheck to them every week!"
He greeted the guards as he walked in and took a look around the place. To his left, there was a door that had a sign stuck to it. It read UNDERGROUND BUNKER STAIRCASE - DO NOT ENTER written on it in red sharpie. "That sign can't stop me because I can't read!" Peachblush declared, referencing a twenty year-old meme in a cripplingly unfunny way. He pushed open the door and headed down to the underground bunker.
In the middle of the bunker was a round table with several chairs placed around it. There was a man sitting in each of the chairs, except for one chair, which mysteriously had three men sitting in it. One of the men cleared his throat and began to speak.
"I believe we have discussed eveything that is relevant at this time," the first man said.
"Um, Mister Putin sir, we only just started the meeting like twenty seconds ago and this is the first thing anyone's said," another man said. "Besides, what about the invasion of Ukraine?"
The first man blinked. "Oh yes. Jolly good thanks for the reminder old sport. Well I'd say just keep on doing what you're doing. After all, there's no losers in war, only winners. And just being by all of your sides today is a big win in my books."
"Awwwwwww," all the men said and they all shared a big group hug.
"Excuse me!" Peachblush said, but the men weren't listening. They weren't moving either, and suddenly a bright light shone down from above and embraced them, turning their forms incorporeal. They slowly ascended to the ceiling and then past the ceiling, still hugging.
"Alright then," Peachblush said, and took his place at the table. "If nobody's going to lead this country...THEN I WILL."
And so Peachblush became the president of Russia and set off World Wars 3 through 9, all in the span of a week.
