Try looking through Belkovich’s lenses, or even through mine own, if you’re so inclined (I am also a Russian-born person who left Moscow long ago, though I reside across the pond). But mind you, I’m pretty far from any forms of progressivism and support of the Dem Party. On the contrary, I despise the latter with passion.
I’d speak about transition to, ahem, moderately mature cyberpunk society, sprinkled with darker glitter of obligatory dystopia. After all, cyberpunk works without dystopian elements are few and far between.
In the realm of foreign policy, Trump, Vance, and Musk are channeling Andrew Jackson, Kissinger, and Halford Mackinder; they take as granted that the world shouldn’t be forced into unity (the moment of unipolarity after the collapse of the USSR came and went, it was but a quick historical anomaly), and the congress of great powers provides more stable configuration than American edition of the “Brezhnev Doctrine,” poisoned with moronic Nuland-style neoconservative messianism. Altogether, a resounding paradigm leap out of a blind alley where the EU, Ukraine, Russia, and the US were leading one another throughout Eastern European remake of the Cuban Missile Crisis, stretched for over two years and a half mainly for purposes of various (re)elections and, of course, colossal money laundering.
