Have you ever seen that kind of scene where a 14 years old goth say out loud he gonna destroy the world and give the most chuuni speech about it, only to have suddenly his mom calling him for diner? Its that kind of scene.
Tashkent: “Wha... what do you mean I’m not a full blood Soviet?”
Gangut: “Well, you see, you were kind of built in Italy.”
Tashkent: “I’M PART PASTABOAT!?”
Inequality is growing, and the world resounds with cries of resentment.What's that?
Pasta... I don't...Heeey! Tashkent!If you'd like, would you like to come have some?I forgot that Libe's lot were off expeditioning, and cooked up too much pasta, see?There can be no more hesitation.
I must dye the world red with communism without delay...