“Well, the fucking doors won’t close. Well, why not just toss a grenade at them. What are you staring at, sweetie? You scared? Don’t worry. We’re all real men here. We will shield you from the blast if need be.” Keep calm. Carry on.
The sky is high. The Czar is far.
“Well, the fucking doors won’t close. Well, why not just toss a grenade at them. What are you staring at, sweetie? You scared? Don’t worry. We’re all real men here. We will shield you from the blast if need be.” Keep calm. Carry on.