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Binance stops withdrawals to cards for users from Ukraine, — media

The exchange allegedly changed the rules for working with fiat channels and temporarily suspended some services, including direct withdrawals to bank cards

What do you think, why?

$ZBT

Why does everyone want quick money — and how does it end?

Have you noticed how the phrase "get rich quick" sounds almost like a plan? Without details, without pauses. Just quickly. Right now. Preferably yesterday. Youth is in a hurry — and that's okay. The only question is where to.
Social media fuels the fire. Someone "made the X's", someone quit their job and lives "on passive income". The picture is bright, the caption is short, and the journey — off-screen. And it already seems: if you didn't make it, then you just didn't believe enough or took too few risks. Spoiler: not always.
Quick money almost always demands payment upfront. With nerves. With sleep. With decisions made in the heat of the moment. Today you are euphoric, tomorrow you check your balance every five minutes, the day after tomorrow — you search for an explanation of why the "market is wrong". Sound familiar? Exactly.
The most treacherous part — the feeling that just a little more, and everything will return. It's like running after a departing bus, speeding up when your strength is already at zero. Sometimes it stops. More often — it doesn't.
And here's how it usually ends. Either with a loss and anger. Or with exhaustion and a quiet conclusion: there are no easy ways. Money doesn't love speed, but a clear head and patience. Slowly? Yes. But without illusions.

$RVV
Atahualpa, the last great Sapa Inca, entered Cajamarca without armor and worry. He was surrounded by thousands of warriors, but he believed that a handful of foreigners would not dare to raise a hand against the son of the Sun. Pizarro thought otherwise. An ambush, gunfire, horses, panic — and the ruler of a vast empire became a prisoner of several dozen people.
The Spaniards quickly understood the value of the treasure. Atahualpa offered a ransom the likes of which the world had never seen: a room filled with gold to the raised hand, and two more — with silver. From all corners of the country, treasures flowed: statues, bowls, masks of gods, ornaments of temples. They were broken, melted down, weighed — the sacred turned simply into metal.
When the ransom was fully paid, Atahualpa awaited freedom. He believed in the agreement, the word, the exchange. But the logic of the conquerors was different. He was accused of conspiracies and idolatry and executed. The gold remained with the victors, and the empire was left leaderless.
Thus ended the faith in a fair deal with those who are stronger and greedier.
Moral:
If your asset is with those who control the rules, no ransom and no promises guarantee a return.

$RVV

When Seondeok, the future ruler of Silla, was still young, a painting was sent to her from Tang China: lush peonies — luxurious, bright, regal. The painting was accompanied by seeds. The whole court admired: "These are flowers worthy of the throne." But Seondeok, glancing at it, said quietly:
— These flowers will not smell.
The courtiers laughed. But when the peonies bloomed, everything became clear: the petals were magnificent, but there was no trace of scent. Seondeok simply explained: there were no bees or butterflies in the painting. The artist depicted beauty but forgot life. Seondeok was remembered not as a fortune-teller but as one who could see the essence behind external brilliance. Later, this very quality helped her maintain power in a world of conspiracies and wars.
She knew: true value always manifests not in form, but in signs of real demand and movement.

Moral:
If a project is beautiful, but there are no "bees" around it — users, developers, and real activity — it may turn out to be just a lush peony without a scent. Do not confuse brilliance with life.

$RIVER

Malinche (La Malinzin, Doña Marina) is one of the most controversial figures in the history of Mexico. Born in the early 16th century into a noble family, she was sold into slavery as a child and endured humiliation, fear, and survival. Fate made her a polyglot: Malinche knew Nahuatl, Maya, and quickly mastered Spanish. It was language that became her weapon.
When Hernán Cortés received her among gifts, he did not yet understand that next to him stood the key to the entire Aztec empire. Malinche became his translator, mistress, and guide between worlds. She interpreted the gestures of the leaders, understood hints, and warned of conspiracies. Without her, the Spaniards would have been blind and deaf. To some, she is a traitor; to others, a woman who survived and was able to influence the course of history when there were almost no choices.
She did not command an army and did not wear armor, but she controlled the most valuable thing—information. And information determines the fates of empires.
Moral:
In the market, as in history, it is not the one who shouts the loudest that wins, but the one who understands the language of the system. Do not be a blind conquistador without a translator—analyze, verify, and think for yourself.

$RIVER

When the ships of Cortés appeared off the coast of Mexico, the Aztecs were struck not by the weapons, but by the mismatch with their worldview. White men with beards, in metal, on huge beastly horses — all of this fit too perfectly with the ancient myth of the return of Quetzalcoatl, the "white god," who had gone east and promised to return. The signs of recent years — comets, fires, strange dreams — only intensified the feeling of inevitability.
Cortés quickly understood everything. He did not deny the legend nor confirm it — he allowed it to live. The Spaniards accepted gifts, remained silent where silence was needed, and acted decisively where fear had already done half the work. The myth worked better than cannons: warriors hesitated, priests debated, the crowd awaited a sign from above, rather than an order from below.
While the Aztecs tried to comprehend whether the gods were before them or men, the Spaniards forged alliances, cut off supplies, and pitted tribes against each other. When it became clear that the "white gods" were mortal, it was too late: faith had already destroyed the system from within. The empire was broken not by outsiders, but by the expectation of a miracle.

Moral: the market is often driven not by numbers, but by legends. While the crowd waits for the "white gods" — a saving asset, an insider, or a sign — roles are quietly redistributed behind the scenes.

$STORJ

Once upon a time, there was a goat with seven kids. The goat was smart and experienced: before leaving, she instructed her children — not to open the door for anyone, to check the voice, and to look at the paws.
Indeed, a wolf was prowling in the forest. Grey, cunning, and experienced. He came — singing in a thin voice, almost like the goat. But the kids figured it out: the voice sounded right, but the paws were black. They didn’t open the door.
The wolf didn’t give up. He went, whitened his paws with flour, trained his voice, returned — and that’s when the kids relaxed. They decided, “Well, it all matches, we can let him in.” They opened the door.
The wolf entered — and trouble began. Some were swallowed, some were scared, and some managed to hide.
The goat returned, saw the destruction, found the wolf sleeping, cut open his belly, saved her kids, and stuffed stones inside. The wolf woke up, went to the river, the weight pulled him down — and he sank to the bottom.
And the kids lived on, now wiser. They no longer believed in voices, masks, or “profitable offers.”

Moral:
The wolf always knows how to speak beautifully. But if a project looks too safe and sings in a thin voice — check the paws. And remember: the naive are the first to be eaten in crypto.

$WIF

In 2024, a harmonious neighing of info-gypsy herds resounded in the Telegram steppes. They all pointed with their hooves at the meme-coin WIF.
— This is not a hype, it’s a new philosophy of money!
— 4–5 dollars is still cheap!
— Those who don’t buy now will work until retirement!
Screenshots of "wallets" shone, graphs looked upward, and the word "guaranteed" was used more often than commas. They suggested buying specifically "at the peak" — after all, buying from the bottom is not respectable; only cowards and retrogrades buy from the bottom.
Then a market miracle happened. WIF looked down, remembered gravity, and decided to get acquainted with the ground up close. The price fell. And then a second miracle occurred — the info-gypsies vanished. They didn’t make a mistake. They didn’t warn. They didn’t explain. They just... flew into the sunset.
Channels fell silent, avatars faded, comments were closed "for technical work." Someone urgently became a mindset coach, someone else became a neural networks expert, and another person went on an eternal vacation "without communication."
And only holders remained, the graph, and the eternal question: "Where is everyone?"
Moral:
If someone advises you to "buy urgently, before it’s too late" — it means someone urgently needs to sell. In crypto, only graphs do not disappear, but info-gypsies do.

$STORJ

Prince Yamato Takeru was young, beautiful, and dangerous when the emperor sent him against the chief of the kumaso — the wild ruler of the mountains, accustomed to taking by force and wine. Knowing that in honest combat he was invulnerable, Takeru chose the path of seduction and deception.
He donned women's clothing: fine silk concealed the steel of his muscles, his hair fell on his shoulders, and his gaze was gentle and promising. At the feast in the kumaso's tent, wine flowed generously, laughter grew louder, and the chief increasingly lingered his gaze on the mysterious "girl." She sat nearby, leaned closer, whispered trivialities — and lulled vigilance.
When the night grew thick and hot, and the chief extended his hand, confident in his power, the silk parted, and a blade gleamed from beneath. The strike was swift and precise. As he fell, the chief realized that he was defeated not by the body, but by the mind, and, choking on his blood, he called the young man Takeru — the Brave.
Thus, victory was born from a mask, desire, and the rightly chosen moment.

Moral:
the market, like passion, favors those who know how to wait, conceal intentions, and strike precisely at the moment when others lose control.

$NTRN

Joan of Arc was born in 1412 in the village of Domrémy. She could neither read nor write, but from childhood, she exhibited fanatical religiousness. At the age of 13, she claimed to start hearing "voices" — the archangel Michael and saints, who instructed her to save France from the English and lead the dauphin Charles to coronation. In an era when France was tearing apart, and half of the nobility had already resigned to defeat, this sounded like madness.

But Joan secured an audience with Charles VII, passed a test, and received a small troop. In 1429, she broke the siege of Orléans — a key city in the war. This was a turning point: for the first time in many years, the French began to win. That same year, Charles was crowned in Reims, as Joan had predicted. Soldiers believed that Heaven was protecting her, while enemies thought she was a witch.

But the success was short-lived. By 1430, Joan was captured by the Burgundians and sold to the English. The trial was a farce: she was accused of witchcraft, wearing male clothing, and heresy, and then burned at the stake in Rouen. Twenty-five years later, the verdict was overturned, and in 1920, the Catholic Church recognized Joan as a saint.

Moral:

The market is driven by faith and symbols, but the crowd quickly turns away. Yesterday you were crowned, tomorrow you are liquidated.

$BNB

A selection of the most famous and frequently quoted sayings of Changpeng Zhao (CZ), the founder of Binance — about the market, discipline, and thinking:

“Funds are SAFU.”
A succinct symbol of prioritizing user security.

“If you can’t hold, you won’t be rich.”
About patience as the main competitive advantage.

“Ignore the noise.”
The market always makes noise — the one who filters out the excess wins.

“In crypto, long-term thinking beats short-term emotions.”
Emotions are the main enemy of the investor.

“Bear markets are for building.”
A bear market is a time to create, not to panic.

“If you don’t understand it, don’t invest in it.”
A simple rule that most ignore.

“Decentralization is not a slogan, it’s a process.”
About the maturity of the industry without illusions.

“Risk management is more important than profit.”
Preserving capital is more important than increasing it.

“We focus on users, everything else follows.”
The philosophy on which Binance was built.

“Crypto is here to stay.”
Briefly about the long-term direction of the entire industry.

$BEAT $AT

The glory of Solomon's wisdom spread beyond the caravan paths and sea winds — and reached the distant Sheba. The Queen of Sheba came to Jerusalem not as a pilgrim, but as a tester: with riddles, doubts, and countless gifts. Camels carried gold, spices, and precious stones, and in her heart was a question — is it true what they say about the king.
Solomon received her without haste and ostentatious grandeur. He answered questions easily, as if unraveling threads long familiar to him. He spoke of power and labor, of justice and the fear of God, of the price of words and silence. The queen saw not only the wisdom of his words but also the order of the kingdom: the servants, the feast, the arrangement of the house, the calmness of authority. And her spirit was shaken.
The Queen of Sheba departed enriched not by gold, but by understanding: true value lies not in rumors, but in proven reality. Solomon, however, solidified his glory, but it was from this flourishing that the shadow of future downfall began.

Moral: hype can lead to a project, but only what withstands the test of facts remains. True value is seen not in promises, but in the arrangement of the system. The market, like the Queen of Sheba, always poses difficult questions.

$BEAT $AT $RIVER

🇺🇦 NABU investigates the activities of a deputy close to Zelensky, — Goncharenko

The National Anti-Corruption Bureau of Ukraine is conducting investigative actions regarding the deputy of the Verkhovna Rada Yuri Kiselyov, who is close to Zelensky and his former first assistant Sergei Shefir, writes Rada deputy Alexey Goncharenko.

The Ukrainian publication "Strana" claims that NABU has been wiretapping Kiselyov's conversations for two years and that new corruption revelations will concern him.

Earlier, NABU reported that they uncovered a criminal group that includes people's deputies. Official names were not disclosed.

$GIGGLE $AT

The mountain Carmel rumbled like a heated market on the day of collapse. On one side — 450 prophets of Baal, colorful clothes, screams, dances, knives in hand. On the other — the solitary Elijah, gray-haired, stern, without a retinue and dramatic gestures. For three years, the sky had been locked, the earth cracked, and the people wavered between faith and fear, like a trader between long and short positions.
Elijah issued a challenge: two altars, two bulls, but no fire. "Whose God answers — He is God." The prophets of Baal cried out from morning till exhaustion, cut themselves, went mad from screaming — and silence was their answer. No spark. No sign.
Then Elijah calmly restored the destroyed altar made of twelve stones — according to the number of the tribes of Israel. He commanded to douse the sacrifice with water three times, as if deliberately depriving himself of a chance for success. His prayer was short, without theatrics. And suddenly fire fell from heaven, consumed the sacrifice, the stones, and even the water in the trench. The crowd fell to their knees: "The Lord is God!" And soon over the dry land a cloud rose, and rain poured down. The prophets of Baal were put to shame.

Moral: when the market is silent, screams and hype are useless. At the moment of truth, it is not the loud project that wins, but the one with a real foundation. Fire always comes to the prepared.

$AT

One man lived extravagantly: expensive clothes, exquisite dishes, every day was like a holiday. Outside his gates lay a beggar named Lazarus—wounded, forgotten, dreaming of at least the crumbs from someone else's table. Even the dogs showed him more compassion than people did.
Time put everything in its place. Lazarus died and was received in peace and light. The rich man died too and awoke in torment. From the flames, he saw far away the great righteous man Abraham and Lazarus beside him, and he cried out, pleading for at least a drop of water, a brief relief.
But he heard the response: you have already received your due during your life. Now it is not your turn for comfort. A great chasm has been fixed between us, so that those who want to pass from here to you cannot, and no one can cross from there to us.

Then the rich man begged for another thing—to warn his brothers, so they would not repeat his path.
Abraham said: they have instructions, the truth has long been spoken.
— But if someone from the dead came, they would believe!
— If they do not listen to the living truth, — replied Abraham, — they will not believe even in a miracle.

Moral:
The market always signals in advance—in the data, risks, and rules. But those who ignore them in the euphoria of growth usually begin to believe only when the deposit is already "in hell."

$AT

Her name was no longer remembered — everyone only knew her as AT - Hellish Treponema. One day she came to the city of chats and trading kitchens on thin heels and immediately became the administrator of a 'promising project'. No one knew where she was from, but she already had insider information, screenshots of payouts, and a list of 'lucky ones'.
The moderator disappeared first — simply stopped responding. Then the developer vanished: account deleted, wallet empty. AT laughed and said it was 'technical work'. Money flowed like a river, and deadlines shifted. When questions started, she triggered panic, pitted people against each other, and posted a fake report. The crowd turned on each other.
On the night of the listing, the project collapsed. The site went down, the chat fell silent, and AT posted her last message: 'The market is cruel'. In the morning, she was gone — only dirty traces of heels remained in the transaction history. A week later, she resurfaced in a new channel under a different nickname, with the same voice and the same promises.
The absurd horror was that many recognized her… and still entered.

Moral: if a scheme has already devoured you once, don't be surprised to encounter it again — monsters in the market live off forgetfulness.

$BTC $USDT

Residents of the Swiss city of Lugano have gained the ability to pay for municipal services using cryptocurrency. Taxes, fines, and utility bills are now accepted in Bitcoin and USDT, with automatic conversion to Swiss francs.
The initiative is implemented as part of the municipal program Plan ₿. It allows for the payment of virtually any municipal fee: income and corporate taxes, education, waste collection, and fines. The city officially accepts BTC, bitcoins via the Lightning Network, and the stablecoin USDT, with no limits on the amount — even for large tax bills.

Payments are made either directly through Lightning or through the payment partner Bitcoin Suisse. Their fee is around 1% and is already included in the exchange rate. For businesses, this is a significant saving: fees for credit cards are usually two to three times higher.

Importantly, the city does not hold cryptocurrency on its balance sheet. All incoming payments are immediately converted to francs. Authorities emphasize: for Lugano, this is not an investment, but a convenient payment method for residents and companies that already use crypto assets.

$BTC $PIPPIN

In a sweet family lived two brothers — Left Twix and Right Twix. Both were made from the same dough, covered in the same chocolate, and born in the same factory, but from an early age, they argued about who was more important.
Left insisted that without him everything would fall apart because he was the "first". Right considered himself the main one, as he was the one noticed at the end. Their quarrels grew louder: they divided the wrapper, argued over the filling, and even tried to sell themselves separately.
Buyers were confused, shelves emptied, and the family was cracking at the seams. And only when the brothers found themselves forgotten on the bottom shelf did it dawn on them: alone they were just bars, together — Twix. They stopped measuring significance, rejoined under one wrapper, and regained the taste, meaning, and love of the customers.

Moral:
The battles between short sellers and long buyers are pointless. While some gloat over the decline, and others pray for the rise, the market calmly takes money from both. Their common enemy is not the opposing side, but greed, lack of discipline, and the illusion that "this time I am smarter than everyone else." The market does not care whether you are long or short — it punishes both equally.

$BTC

Bitcoin dropped below $87,000 amid a decline in cryptocurrency assets and rising metal prices following Christmas.
Prices for gold, silver, platinum, and copper reached new record levels, as it was metals, not bitcoin, that attracted capital through trading devalued assets and geopolitical tensions.
At the start of trading in the US on Friday, major cryptocurrencies and stocks of cryptocurrency companies fell: bitcoin dropped below the $87,000 mark, and shares of bitcoin miners fell by 5% or more across the board.
Prices for gold, silver, and other metals surged sharply, while geopolitical concerns intensified trading in devaluing assets.
As has become all too common at the start of the trading day in the US, the cryptocurrency sector quickly lost even the slightest hint of overnight gains.

$RIVER

Peter the Hermit was neither a knight nor a commander, but a wandering monk from Amiens, thin, unwashed, and remarkably persuasive. After a pilgrimage to Jerusalem around the year 1095, he began to tell how Christians were being oppressed there, and the Holy Sepulchre was literally waiting for liberation. He conveyed the details vaguely, but with passion.

Peter did not command an army — he initiated the process. His sermons coincided with the call of Pope Urban II, and the people decided: if they're called — it’s time to go. Thus began the "People's Crusade." Without supplies, without discipline, without a map. Peasants, women, children, adventurers, and those simply yearning for a miracle set off.

On the way, crowds looted, quarreled, and rioted, while Peter increasingly found himself on the sidelines. When they reached Asia Minor, enthusiasm collided with the professional army of the Seljuks — and it all ended quickly and badly. Peter himself survived, refused responsibility, and later joined the "real" crusade, with knights and logistics.

Moral:

Loud promises and faith in an idea can gather a crowd, but without structure and calculation, the market quickly brings one to their senses. In crypto, enthusiasm without a plan usually ends in liquidation.