Fifteen minutes later, a massive robot jogged into the room, his broad shoulders barely fitting through the door. He carried a tray with a cup of oil tea and a water glass filled with two fingers of mineral water for the general.
"Sorry, sir, but the oil samovar went wrong again, I had to fix it" the giant grumbled, then looked grumpily at Toney. "Swirled, I presume, not stirred..."
With slow circular motions, he placed the cup in front of Toney, who nodded hesitantly. The massive robot then, almost accidentally, leaned suspiciously close to Toney, his strong nitro-dilution perfume hitting the little robot.
"I don't like it when someone plays tough guy around here," he whispered to Toney, snarling. Toney's eyes went white, as they always did when he got scared.
"Thank you, Lev Nikolayevich," the general said, swallowing the two fingers of mineral water in one gulp. He shivered with satisfaction.
Toney took small sips of his oil tea with trembling hands, then walked back to the silver-star general. The soldiers stopped him at the trench, but when they saw he was returning, they immediately took him to their boss.