In Dagestan's realm of Russian land,
Unleashes havoc, a scornful band.
Upon the altar, upon the pew,
They let incendiary fury slew.
Between the circles of the market's pole,
Stands Apple's name, a stoic role.
In pre-dawn lights, shares hold their breath,
Whilst the EU whispers of potential death.
In Germany's heart, the sentiment fades,
Business climates wane in shadowy glades.
Ifo's index in mournful decline,
Economists' forecasts are left behind.
