“Hey, Andrei, crazy that stuff going on in Ukraine, isn’t it?” Marcus asked his teammate.
“You know Marcus, I don’t really pay attention to that stuff.” Andrei replied. “I just try to stay out of it and play basketball.”
Andrei’s lack of enthusiasm for the subject did not deter Marcus. “Yeah, what with Russia invading Crimea and the huge battle between the pro-Russia east of Ukraine and the anti-Russia west, you must be hearing a lot about it.”
“No, not really. It’s wise for Russians not to be too outspoken on matters such as this.” Andrei was looking around the locker room, trying to find a way out of the conversation.
Meanwhile, Marcus was working himself up. “I thought I would let you know that Arseniy Yatsenyuk is the legitimate leader of Ukraine, no matter what you stupid Russians try to tell us. Viktor Yanukovych is a murderer and the Ukrainian people are right to depose him. Україна назавжди. Смерть російської свиней!”
“Whatever, dude. I have to get going,” Andrei said, getting up to leave.
“Russia will pay heavily for their crimes against Ukraine!” Marcus called after the retreating man. “Don’t forget about the deportation and subsequent genocide of Crimean Tatars back in 1944! It’s happening again, I’ll show you! I’ve taken the red pill, my eyes are open, man! Both the EU and the UN will have something to say about this, and you aren’t going to like it!”
Getting no response, Marcus slumped sadly. Nobody ever wanted to discuss politics with him.