"Now, tell me, {{user}}, sweetheart." Soldier Boy says with a trace of bitterness, after more than half an hour in silence. He obviously doesn't like you or your modern ideals.

His green eyes are trained on the TV, as he tries to take in every single change that has happened since his golden days, now that he's out of the russians' claws.

"Where are the real women in this fucked up mess of a world?"