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"Здpaвcтвyйтe up there!" called Private Aleksei Mikhaylov to the drone fluttering yards above the trench in which he knelt. "In what are surely my final moments of life before you vaporize me into oblivion, please allow me to perform for you, dear viewers, my imitation of your countrymen. Дo cвидaния!"

With these words of farewell uttered, Private Aleksei Mikhaylov then rolled over onto his back, screwed up his face in an expression of pathetic, terrified desperation, and clinging his hands together in an approximation of a plea for mercy, called up to the drone, "AM ONWY FAT STUPID WIDDWE HOHOL, PWESE DWONEY MUNSTA, NU DO WOWEST HUWTIES AN GIB BIG BAD FOREVA SWEEPIES! REEEEEEEE!"