Duration: 33.4s

Nikita Khrushchev. - You balls like Kremlin domes. - Stop. Be serious. Are you in? I'm in, I'm in. That fucker thinks he can take on the Red Army. I fucked Germany. I think I can take a flesh lump in a fucking waistcoat. - It's got to be tomorrow. - Tomorrow? Sorry. You busy washing your hair or what? Tomorrow's the funeral. Yeah, the day that the entire fucking army's in town with their guns. That's perfect. But we need the Presidium on board. Every one of them. Yeah, yeah, yeah... Malenkov's a bit tricky. - No. We need fucking all of them. - Well, I'll get him.