Putin dies and goes to hell

After 100 years he's given a day free, so he goes to Moscow, enters a bar, orders a drink, and asks the bartender:

-Is Crimea ours?
-Yes, it is.

-And the Donbas?
-Also ours.

-How about Kyiv?
-We got that too.

Satisfied, he drinks and asks:

-Thanks. How much do I owe you?
-5 euros, please.