"Put out that cigar." "Bite me." "Put it out or I'm kicking you out without a parachute. I won't tolerate your insubordination any longer!" "Insulin?" "No, insubordination. I won't tolerate it." "Toilet break!?" "Shut the fuck up and listen for once." *once NS hits the ground* "Alright, you're in hostile territory now. We can't let the enemy know you're there. If anybody with a shortwave radio is listening in then we're dead. It's lucky for us that nobody in the USSR can afford a shortwave radio." "About my mission. I wasn't paying attention at the HQ so can you repeat everything to me now?" "As I said, we can't let the enemy know you're here or know what you're doing. We can't even allow them to know your nationality. If anything bad happens then it might be war between the USA and USSR." "Didn't you just point out our nation to all who're listening?" "Shut up. Anyway, your mission is to locate Sokolov. I'm repeating this now over burst transmission even though there's at least two kilometers of thick jungle and hostile guards standing between you and him which would make it easy for anyone to move him between now and until you get to him. He's located at an abandoned factory located between a large ravine and a swamp full of lethal predators. I'm guessing that the Soviets were going to compensate for their lack of planning by utilizing their amazing logistics skills, or something. Also, your old mentor is here." "Snake, is that you?" "...Boss?" "You've lost weight. I can tell by the sound of your voice." I could go on and on but I really don't have the time to break down this utterly realistic/logical/reasonable storyline.