(In the Space Captain Flight universe the Russians didn't become involved in WWII, and as a result the economy stagnated, Communism fell much sooner and after a series of revolutions, the Tsarist Empire was re-established under Tsar Rodney, a former plumer from Islington who had the vaguest of connections to Nicholas II. When the war went galactic, the Russians traded resources and technology with both sides to build their own space empire. In this scene, Flight is arranging a secret purchase of some Russian military equipment on behalf of the Royal Space Navy.)
"Is Kliment Voroshilov - KV-Two Thousand," the burly Russian patted the side of
the armoured monster proudly. "Is good tenk. Stronk tenk. Stronk armour.
Stronk gun, make big boom."
Flight craned his neck to see the top
of the massive box-shaped turret, some twenty feet from the ground.
"It's certainly impressive."
"Da! Not like Nazzi vit their Pansy-camp-wagens! Stronk tenk viz stronk gun always better than Nazzi vit Pansy-camp-wagens."
"One issue I have with it Sergei," Flight was trying
to mentally calculate the exact dimensions and weight of the thing,
"how exactly are we supposed to get one of these down to the ground in a
shuttle?"
"Ha!" Sergei folded his arms across his chest with a
smirk. "In Imperial Russia, you don't get tank to ground. Tank gets you
to ground!"
"So you push it out of an open airlock and hope it lands right-side up?"
"Da!"
"...and if it doesn't?"
Sergei spat on the floor. "Then that is ground's problem."
