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- I need a man with an army. - Comrade minister. I found her. She's uh... grown a little since the photograph. She's the size of an ostrich. No. Okay, can we just go back to my original idea and find a girl who looks like her but little? No higher than this. Chalk it on your fucking trousers. Modern soldier's greatest fear. It's not death. It's not starvation. It's chafing. And then he planted the flag on Hitler's bunker or he knocked the bear out with one punch. Either way, the man's a war hero. Excuse us, please. Listen, it was Goebbels' bunker, not Hitler's. Listen to me. I was the one who put the trains back on. - Comrade General... - Fuck off! Or I'll punch you into a sticky pulp. - Thank you. - What the fuck were you thinking? I don't know, okay, but I did it. - And I really need your help. - To do what? There's bodies fucking piling up in the street. It's a bit late, isn't it. What if we blame this on someone... - Wait. - ...who's out of control. Nicky, be very careful what you say next. Who? Beria. I'm gonna have to report this conversation. Threatening to do harm or obstruct any member of the Presidium in the process of... Look at your fucking face.