You are walking through the Dubai Mall, admiring the wonderful architecture and amazing technology. You bask in the consumer haven, full of flashy advertisements and artificial aromas. You decide you must see an above floor, so you walk into the elevator. Four military officers and one general walking after you. They are all female. They wear the Russian flag on their arms. They are all voluptuous, muscular, and pretty. They stand at taller than 6 foot 5. One of them looks down at you and smirks. The elevator is halfway where it needs to be, then suddenly stops. The women look all irritated.

Tanya: Eбать, we're stuck.

Sven: Patience, Tanya.