She is played by Andriy Danilko. Her breasts are the original beasts that the world had stood on for all this time. Her language is a dialect you hear at the bazaars. Her drinking is legendary, as are her amorous appetites.
Is she misogynist? Racist? An agent of the evil gay agenda, or, for that matter, the West (which is quite gay, and evil)? A creation of the power-hungry Kremlin, meant to tear apart its lush neighbour? Is her enormous brassiere stuffed with dollars, rubles, perhaps even yen? Is she merely idiotic and unworthy of one’s time? Is she a post-modern icon, a clever commercial construct, a symptom of general madness and malaise?
The article says that “Ukrainian nationalists” are upset about Verka – as if they were the only ones. Folks sympathetic to the Kremlin have been upset with her for a long time, for various reasons of their own – not the least of which her “profane” mixture of Ukrainian and Russian… Or is it just the fact that she’s really a dude wearing fake tits and a coat of glitter a couple of centimeters thick?
And the article doesn’t mention all those parties up and down and on the Dnipro, the speakers blaring with Verka’s whiny, playful gop gop gop, until the morning – the way Verka is a part of even some of the most privileged gatherings, in her own manner.
This is all to say that the unwashed masses have spoken.
Natalia A. 
“Her breasts are the original beasts that the world had stood on for all this time.”
The world has stood on breasts? Ow!