Mike: Oh, my god. That was priceless. Did you see his face? Eleven: It was like a tomato. Mike: Yeah, a fat tomato. Eleven: Yeah, a fat tomato. Mike: I know. Me too. But I'll see you tomorrow, all right? First thing. Eleven: Tomorrow.
Man: Comrade-General, we are close. You can see. You can see our progress. We just need more ti--. [COMRADE GENERAL walks over to Alexi as one of his men grabs the man.] Comrade-General: You have one year. Alexi: Yes, Comrade-General.
