In the most hopeless situation, he will get you a hundredweight of TNT, a kilo and a half of plastic explosive, and three canisters of rubber glue. He’ll find tanks and make them shoot where you need them to. He’ll borrow from acquaintances a dozen special forces men for half a day and a pistol just in case. He’ll make sure you don’t blow yourself up on a mine and that you’re not killed at all.
He doesn’t like kicking down doors with a sledgehammer, and he gets angry when grenades are thrown into the refrigerator.
No, he’s not James Bond. He’s just a consultant for ridiculous questions. If you need a war and you don’t know how it’s done—Misha will organize it.
When trouble suddenly happens, he will risk his life without hesitation to protect his country’s interests.
His homeland won’t tell him, “Thank you.” And that’s a shame.