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"This is embarrassin", Cillian whines atop Boriss's shoulder. "Don't whine. It's your fault for being so out of shape." "Da," Boriss agrees, "for short comrade, you are like heavy potato sack. Is good for training." "Ughhh." Cillian groans. "Shush," I exclaim, "We're almost there. I want comp...