https://youtu.be/U58ZmzmCnVY
Okie dokie, so that happened. Remind me to never cut someone off when I’m driving in Russia. Nothing good comes from it. Either they pull out a Tec-9 and spray down your car at the next red light, or a troupe of cartoon characters appears out of nowhere and whoops your ass. On second thought, driving in Russia at all seems like a bad idea.
To be honest, I’m a little bit surprised. I had no idea that a weapon forged in the basement of a Soviet tricycle shop could be so effective. It didn’t blow up in the user’s face or anything. I’m quite impressed. The rocket propelled grenades aren’t fueled with vodka and Capitalist tears either. The RPG-7 is rocking my entire world right now.
https://youtu.be/4iB9QYaSVEo
Boris, what are you doing now? Have you been drinking too many of your state-issued vodka rations again? I will have to report you to the proper authorities if you don’t stop. That vodka is for your whole family. Don’t turn into a greedy, capitalist, fat-cat, pig-dog. Make sure that little Ivan and young Диана get their vodka and potatoes every morning before they go to their labor camps.
Way out East there were these fellas — fellas I wanna tell ya about. Fellas by the name of Bogaturs. At least that was the handle heir loving parents gave them, but they never had much use for them. Bogaturs, they called themselves Bogaturs. Now, Bogaturs — they didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where they lived, likewise.