Monday morning and Vlad is with Rasputin his Alaskan Bald Eagle, they are inspecting Vlad's hidden mobile ICBM launchers in the North-Chuya Mountain Ridge. Vlad really hopes he doesn't have to use these nasty weapons, he'd much rather be getting shit-faced on vodka with Mrs Vlad at their dacha on the Black Sea coast, but unfortunately he's surrounded by crazy-people who have learned nothing at all from history
