"Nice gams, comrade!"
"You're right: these boots are made for walking."
"No, comrade, you must kick much higher if you are to defeat the running dogs of yankee imperialism."
Weirdest pair of cojoined twins I've ever seen!
Neither Boris nor Ivan ever learned how to do a short-arm inspection properly.
"You're wasted son, and for the last time, I'm ordering you to move back so you don't boot on me."
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