We are addicted to their game, sister

Those who know the business say we are approaching the end of the winds of liberalism that blew after the Cold War.

They say missiles will be flying in the 2030s.

Europe could return to the Middle Ages.

The socialist bloc, which collapsed after the third industrial revolution that began with the invention of the computer in the 1960s, is regrouping.

In 1989, Russia, unable to resist the West's wild production technology any longer, had raised the white flag.

Now it is back on the stage.

35 years later.

And all this without contributing anything to the fourth industrial revolution, which is being shaped by artificial intelligence.

It is clear that it is no longer at its former strength.

Neither its technological nor its military power was enough to pin down its former colony.

The former colony, which it is trying to put in a headlock, keeps escaping from the grip at the cost of its life.

Russia is still busy trying to wrestle.

It is clear that it is once again advancing by receiving support from its rival from the Cold War era.

As you can see, America, which is trying to turn its country back into a production base, is "having fun with all of us," just like in the movie Züğürt Ağa.

Now it has set its sights on Venezuela.

It is setting up a game over there.

Just like in this story.

One day, a man became very interested in a woman at his workplace.

During breaks, he tried to capture her attention by telling stories about coffee beans.

Somehow, he managed to take her out to dinner.

Afterward, he bought her expensive gifts.

Luxury dinners became a routine.

Every night after dinner, the man would drop the woman off at her home, but he could never manage to get invited inside for coffee.

Every time, the woman would make up excuses and send him away with a small kiss. 

The man didn't give up; he continued to pursue the woman.

Between the gifts and the luxury restaurants, the man had managed to gain quite a bit of the woman's trust.

The woman, in turn, had started to develop feelings for him.

One evening, after dropping the woman off at her home following dinner, the man was invited up for coffee, but he replied, 'No, I can't, I need to go home.'

The poor woman was quite offended and didn't know what to say.

A bit angrily, she asked why he wouldn't come up, questioning if this wasn't what he had been working toward for months, to which the man, stroking his mustache, replied, 'We're addicted to the game of it, sister.'