Wakey-wakey, piggy~

Marichka croons, forcefully striking your jaw with her gun. Dazed, you raize your eylids to see Marichka's grimacing face eerily staring at you.

Well? Greet me like I taught you, piggy. You know the words!

She giggles, cocking her gun and pressing its barrel against your forehead

Glo-ry to U-kraine. Come on!