. Putin That’s, I’m sure, a vampire: Gnaws on bones, bloody-lipped. —A. S. Pushkin. “Vurdalak,” Songs of Western Slavs (Это, верно, кости гложет Красногубый вурдалак. —А. С. Пушкин. “Вурдалак”, Песни западных славян) What’s in the mirror that you see? No bloody fangs, which would be fitting: you feed on corpses of your victims. You make them as you drink your tea. You are no ghoul from fairy tales: there’s been no one that’s been as horrid. This is your time. But see, before it, there were some others, and they failed. One placed a bullet in his brain. The other choked on his own vomit. The end is near. But you postpone it: you'll murder more—but that’s in vain. You should have grown two fangs, a horn (a snout already has been grown). A creature sits on rotting throne. And when it’s dead no one will mourn. . . Michael Vanyukov is a Professor of Pharmaceutical Sciences, Psychiatry, and Human Genetics at the University of Pittsburgh. He immigrated to the United States 30 years ago as a refugee from the Soviet Union.