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Chapter Eleven - Crimea Is Ours
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Crimea Is Ours
IN EARLY 2014, Ukraine’s president, Viktor Yanukovych, was driven out of office by mass protests. He had been Putin’s guy: pro-Russia, slow-walking deals with the West, and willing to do whatever it took to stay in power. When he fled the country, it wasn’t just a regional shift. It was personal.
Putin saw it as a Western-backed coup.
He wasn’t going to let that stand.
Within weeks, unidentified troops, later confirmed to be Russian special forces, began occupying key sites in Crimea, a peninsula in southern Ukraine. They wore no insignia, carried advanced gear, and took over without firing a shot. Russian state media called them “local self-defense forces.” Everyone else called them little green men.
Crimea had been part of Ukraine since 1954, but Russia had never really let it go. It housed the Black Sea Fleet. It had a large Russian-speaking population. And more importantly, it was strategically valuable. When the Ukrainian government collapsed, Putin moved fast.
A referendum was held in Crimea, but it was hastily organized, under occupation, and done with no real oversight. The result? Over 95% supposedly voted to join Russia.
Afterward, Russian media and supporters echoed a new national slogan: Crimea is ours.
It was the boldest move of his presidency, the first outright land annexation in Europe since the end of World War II.
The West condemned it. Sanctions followed. But they were limited. There was no military response or serious effort to undo it. Putin had gambled and won.
At home, his popularity exploded. State media showed cheering crowds, Russian flags waving, and history being corrected. The message was everywhere: Russia is back. Not just strong, but proud. Capable. Untouchable.
Putin framed it as protection. He was saving Crimea from chaos, fascists, and NATO. Whatever floats your boat. But it wasn’t about defense. It was about showing strength. It was about sending a message, not just to Ukraine, but to the whole region:
Borders can move.
And I decide when.
