
This is what it probably feels like to be an oligarch in Russia. Papa Putin does not tolerate rowdiness. Children should be seen, but not heard.
To be on that seat, you have to be either carefully selected and extremely loyal staff, a member of the state controlled press, or own an oil company that has paid it’s tithe to the state coffers on time. And all of them are scared.
Papa does not fuck around, you can see it in his eyes. They are blue and cold like icebergs that sink great ships and simply move on. Without remorse or guilt. Without any feeling what-so-ever, as a matter of fact. Those eyes are battle hardened and they don’t fear death, despite having the desire to stay alive.
This picture is funny, because it’s a rare glimpse how things are run in there. And also because you realize that a dictator is still riding in what really amounts to cattle-class on a standard bus and how fragile this house of cards really is if you take away the ability to be violent under the guise of authority that the masses just surrender to out of habit.
He is not flying in the air like a superman, he’s still bound by the same physical laws as everyone else- he just knows how to channel it better and has no barrier to bend it to his will.