"Not Russia"/"Russia"...

I have a Ukrainian cleaner, Irina. Lovely woman. Always laughing. Often bleaching. Sometimes polishing. I was at home last Friday so we had a chat over a Jacob's Lemon Puff.

She told me her boyfriend's friend was killed last week near the border of "Not Russia"/"Russia". She says, "it is a war in my country. Why does no one help us fight our war with Putin?"

I didn't really know what to say so I mumbled something about her having a good go at the kitchen cupboards next week.