Ukraine has just introduced one of the strangest and most terrifying cruise missiles of the war. Meet the Flamingo, a subsonic, long-range bird of prey with a 3,000 km reach and a one-ton warhead. Yes, you read that right. Enough explosive to make a Russian oil refinery see the light.In this video, I unpack everything we know so far about the Flamingo:• The Specs: 6,000 kg total weight, Mach 0.75 cruise speed, and guidance via satellite plus inertial navigation. This is a missile built to fly far, fly low, and hit hard.• The Origin Story: Developed in just nine months by Kyiv-based Fire Point—yes, the same company that went from 18 staff to 2,200 in a year and was founded by… filmmakers.• The Quirky Name: Early prototypes accidentally came out pink, so the nickname “Flamingo” stuck. Imagine being a Russian pilot telling your grandkids you were shot down by a flamingo.• The Design: Fiberglass body for radar-shyness, AI-25 turbofan engines from Zaporizhia, and a top-mounted engine reminiscent of the German V-1 or Soviet Tu-141. Old-school inspiration, new-school execution.• The Strategy: Why Ukraine doesn’t care if some get swatted—when you launch enough, something’s going to slip through. Flamingo is built for massed salvos that overwhelm Russian defenses.• The Rumors: The Flamingo looks suspiciously like the Emirati FP-5. Licensed tech? Parallel development? Imported expertise? Fire Point won’t say, but 90% of assembly happens in Ukraine.• The Skepticism: NABU anti-corruption probes, questions over Fire Point’s meteoric rise, and whether the missile performs as advertised. But with Russian oil depots already burning, the doubts aren’t stopping production.The Flamingo is more than just a missile. It’s a statement: that Ukraine can out-innovate Russia under wartime conditions, building in nine months what the Pentagon would still be holding committee meetings about. It’s a pink, fiberglass middle finger with wings.If even half the claims are true, this isn’t just a weapon, it’s a paradigm shift. And if I were sitting on a Russian oil refinery in the Urals, I’d be checking the skies for long-legged pink birds.