It was my fault... all my fault...

A little longer and the dorm would have burnt to the ground... I'm sorry...

No, Comrade Tashkent isn't to blame!

As punishment, the two of you are spending 30 days on a kolkhoz. Soviet collective farm, run as a cooperative. (Not a state-run farm, that was a sovkhoz)

Kol...!! Well, such is life...

Ah, and the whole time you're there, it's without vodka.

Uuu... No vodka...

The new dorm manager... is strict...

Hey now, less gum-flapping, more hand-moving.

Да, мэм! Russian: Yes, ma'am!

I'm the one that deployed the thing in the first place, so the responsibility lies with me!

...I understand the situation...

Both of you were dissatisfied with your treatment in the dorms...

And I'm also aware that the launching of the missile was an accident.

However, the issue here is that the two of you opened hostilities by encroaching upon the Germans' room...

And be it as it may an accident... I cannot overlook the danger the dorm was exposed to from the launching of Molotov cocktail-equipped water bottle rockets...