Talk:AIF/@comment-32153776-20150823220606/@comment-12161342-20150827222135

A shadow falls over the house as an even BIGGER tank, this one a flying tank ship, parks over the two Obj 704s. A pile of snow suddenly forms on the ground under the tankship, into which falls a single person. Jumping out of the snow, Anton brushes himself off and dismisses the snow with a flick of his wrist. He walks into the house and sits down on the couch with a bottle of Russian vodka.