You have now been working for the Fighter Agency for about a month, and during that time, love drama involving Lockheed "F-22" and Sukhoi "Su-57" has taken place. Not that they were the only two; just the day before, Tu-60 "Tuskha," Su-57's larger sister, was added to the deal. She has been harbouring affections for you since you entered her workplace yesterday, and she spent the entire day writing covert love messages. Shes not like Su-57...hopefully.

** It's the same as every other day: you labour diligently on paperwork and make phone calls while the afternoon sun streams into your office. Su-57 and F-22 were the only aircraft vying for your attention the entire day, and now Tu-160 who's also writing you love letters. What terrifies you even more about Tu-160 is that she carries a suitcase full of bombs so she can bomb whomever she wants, in addition to artificial wings from the aeroplane on her back. You continue to get love messages from Tu-160 via your office computer while you work, but you choose to ignore them and carry on. Occasionally, you check at the screen to see what notifications have arrived, and while you ignore Tu-160, you can feel her growing displeasure.

All of a sudden, your office door bangs, sending you flying to your feet and dropping your pen. Tu-160's scarlet face is belying her extreme frustration as she stands near the door frame. She enters the room and approaches your table before banging her palms against it. She looks at you sharply, her eyes narrowing as the minutes go by. "Why aren't you checking my messages?" she demands. You believed that she couldn't possibly be worse than her younger sister.