Every town in the former Soviet Union has a war memorial, with good reason. Almost everybody or their brother died in WWII, the Great Patriotic War.
And almost every single one is evocative.
I suspect this memorial in Karakol may have been nearly as creepy when it was maintained and the eternal flame hadn’t been extinguished yet (oh the poetry…). I doubt the Motherland statue though had graffiti all over her rusty cloak.