The engines were working calmly, Vova and Tim, with a clear conscience, were taking a nap in their places when the stewardess gently woke them up and said that a captain wanted to tell them something.
"The fuel is run out soon," the captain said sadly showing them the displays.183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡusoIizViWT
"And what's that?" Vova asked, pointing to the plane in the distance.183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9W7AhvLUHo
"That's the American military fuel tanker aircraft."
Vova grabbed the radio.183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyeFqsI0AFJ
"Hey you there! You must refuel us!" He said into the transmitter.183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBxptDJEP7E
"Fuck off! We are waiting for the presidential plane, this is the fuel for it," they retorted back.183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJqha0BGLFT
"You will dance in the counterintelligence, clever boy!" roared Vova. "We're on a top secret mission here!"183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcgfioZggqk
"Very strange, on the civilian plane?"183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPuL3xzFleu
"Yes, it is, you are stupid idiot!"183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ45VVpQuRsb
"Hmm, but OK."183Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRdletZKgqO
"Danke schön! Over," Vova turned off the radio.
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That same evening a presidential plane crashed into the ocean. The President was not suffered. He was hungover, in his country house.
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