Will I Survive Two Weeks in Kiev?

I took second prize in Support-for-Ukraine,
A lottery designed to ease Ukie pain.
Yes, I won two weeks in Kiev, each expense paid,
The travel, food and accom's of top grade.
Of course, one small detail left me a bit weak:
First prize was a visit to Kiev of one week.
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Still, much was I looking forward to my trip
Until Ukie-and-friends spies up and let rip
Operation Spider's Web with all the trimming:
Bright propaganda that over facts went skimming,
Flames and brave cheer let one-and-all know
To use trucks as weapons now is a go.
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It's like Israeli pagers that don't ring but boom:
Everyday items that deliver quick doom,
And now I see my room phone makes a buzz,
The free room crackers show a purplish fuzz,
The mini-bar's vodka carries an odd tang,
And as I showered, the TV went bang.
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The Ukie receptionist said, "Ah, damn TVs:
We get with price cheap, see, from Moscow sleaze,
And one expert come, make check for each box:
He said no problem unless you watch Fox.
It says this on room plaque in acrylic,"
Which was true except that the writing's Cyrillic.
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Yes, two weeks in Kiev, don't know if I'll survive,
As outside my window the drones swoop and swive,
The missiles pour down and make my drink shiver,
Though what I worry 'bout least is my liver.
I hope to leave Kiev soul and body intact,
'Cause it's clear the odds against Ukie are stacked.