Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Walter snorted with restrained laughter. While he wasn't fluent in Russian, he'd come to know his counterparts favorite curses well. That one was a particular favorite. Biting his tongue, he gestured his hands in a calming gesture. "Just relax alright? The match is tomorrow. If we move quick, nothing has to change. Not even that damn kid or mother Russia can move fast or know enough to interfere. And when it all goes to plan, your comrades will be praising you, mark my words."

Then he raised an eyebrow. "And keep your hand away from your gun."