[He snorts at the observation about the Russian, allowing it to distract from his thoughts about a wing that's actually probably pretty terrible and the urge to make the stupid decision to have a look at it. Don't do stupid things until later.]

No, but I have worked for them. I've met plenty like that. They have a hard life from a hard place. I've met many good ones, too. But I'm a Slav, a Serb.

[It's easier than figuring out what country he's from anymore. The one he was born in is now six separate ones after the War, so he has trouble saying which one he came out of.]