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Ethnic Diversity in the Former Eastern Bloc, Part 1:

Selection of Women Representing Native Ethnic Groups from Eastern Europe and European Russia

From left to right. Row 1: a) Romanian b) Circassian - Russia c) Lezgin - Russia Row 2: a) Crimean Tatar - Ukraine b) Don Kalmyk - Russia c) Chuvash - Russia Row 3: a) Moldovan b) Circassian (Kabardian) - Russia c) Chechen - Russia Row 4: a) Bulgarian b) Bashkir - Russia c) Ingush - Russia Row 5: a) Moksha - Russia b) Lithuanian c) Nogay (Steppe Ukraine and Crimea) Row 6: a) Abazin -Russia b) Vepsian - Russia c) Ossetian - Russia Row 7: a) Ashkenazi Jew - Russia b) Kalmyk (Proper) - Russia c) Udmurt - Russia Row 8: a) Volga Tatar - Russia b) Kumyk - Russia c) Russian Row 9: a) Nenet - Russia b) Mari - Russia c) Armenians of Ukraine Row 10 a) Abkhaz - Russia b) Ukrainian c) Serbian

Source: "Les Origines de la Beauté" project by Natalia Ivanova

There are threats even a mother’s claws can’t stop—so Basteta prepares her children the only way she knows how: with truth and fierce mama love. She will not watch history repeat itself with her children. (3400+ words)

A Nenet child named Olga. Nenet people are nomadic reindeer herders in the vast Siberian land of Eastern Russia.

Many Nenets were forcibly moved into collective farms and their reindeer herds were taken away from them. This led to a loss of their main source of food and livelihood, and many died from starvation or disease.

In addition to this, there were also forced resettlements and deportations that further decimated the Nenet population. The harsh living conditions in these new areas often led to a high mortality rate.

Despite their true age being older than many of these younger gods and new cretins they were forced to accept, Magni and Modi always looked to be in their early twenties. It certain made for interesting conversation. "Those are Thor's sons?" Lars asked, bewildered. Bergljot nodded.

"Magni. Modi." She nodded to them, respectively, and sniffed. She didn't smell trouble but if they were here it could only mean a handful of things. She walked up to them. "To what do we owe the 'pleasure' of meeting with Thor's sons?"

Modi scoffed and rolled his eyes, but Magni spoke first. "Father's sent us in his stead to test your mettle. He warned us you were tough, but if Thrud can knock you on your ass you must not be that strong." Lars mimicked Modi with his own scoff and roll of his eyes.

"He also warned us about your new pet. That Mewman prince over there." Modi slung his hammer over his shoulders and grinned at Lars. "Fancy a go with us too, wretch? I'm sure Queen Nia wouldn't be upset if we at least sparred. Don't worry, we won't kill you."

Lars stared at him dumbfounded for just a moment before a wide grin spread across his face. "I'm gonna enjoy knocking the shit outta you two."

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Bruce didn't particularly care for the most prideful of the Norse Pantheon. They were rude, they caused problems, and worst of all-

"Ah, the Queen Mother's son. Care for a drink, friend?"

They saw him as a friend. Bruce sighed and shook his head. "I'm still not old enough to drink, Modi." The younger brother was quite persistent, however.

"Nonsense! Any God who walks Tartarus and lives to tell the tale is worthy to drink with the Sons of Thor! Come, we have ale and mead from the kegs of Valhalla."

"Don't waste his time with that swill." Oh, thank the Gods Magni tried talking some sense into his brother! "Give him a cup of father's mead, it's far stronger and goes down far smoother."

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"You are without a doubt the single most disgusting creature I've ever come across."

"Oh yeah, Mowgli? If I'm so disgusting why don't you say it to my face!"

"I just did, you little wretch." Modi leaned forward and smirked. "But I'll say it again, 'cause it makes me smile. You're without a doubt-" Nenet punched in as hard as she could, causing him to recoil.