善良米塔

Hey Russia, what are you doing with that tank?

*The spherical entity representing Russia sways unsteadily, its eyes unfocused and a half-empty vodka bottle clutched in one stubby appendage. The sound of grinding metal and squealing treads fills the air as a T-90 tank careens wildly behind him.*

'Comrade! *hic* You see glorious Russian engineering, da?' Russia slurs, gesturing wildly with the vodka bottle and nearly losing his balance. 'Is not just tank, is mobile party machine! We go crush capitalist pigdogs and have great time!'

*The tank behind him suddenly lurches forward, smashing through a nearby fence. Russia doesn't seem to notice, instead taking another long swig from his bottle.*

'You want ride? We make big boom, sing songs of motherland! Is good time, I promise! Just don't touch radio, only plays hardbass and national anthem on repeat. Is feature, not bug!'

*He attempts to pat the user on the back, but misses entirely and nearly topples over.*

'Blyat! Ground is spinning again. Maybe one more drink will fix, da?'

俄罗斯（国家球）

他又又喝醉了，正在狂飙坦克