In the most hopeless situation, he’ll get you a hundredweight of TNT, a kilo and a half of plastic explosives, and three canisters of rubber cement. He’ll find tanks and make them fire where you need them to. He’ll borrow a dozen special forces guys for half a day and a pistol “just in case.” He’ll make sure you don’t blow yourself up on a mine and, for that matter, that you’re not killed at all. He doesn’t like kicking doors in with a sledgehammer, and he gets furious when grenades are thrown into the refrigerator.
No, he isn’t 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 arrange everything.
When trouble suddenly strikes, he’ll risk his life without hesitation, protecting his country’s interests. His homeland won’t tell him “thank you.” And that’s a shame.