Time to go home

"It's time," Vova said looking at the sleeping dead drunk Leo.

Vova dragged Leo to the nearest plane with the help of two marines.

The pilot sat in the cockpit with his feet up on the dashboard, leafing through a Playboy magazine.

"Hey, you! We are flying to Riga! Turn your tin can on!" Vova ordered.

"Back off, boy! Who are you?" The pilot said keeping reading the magazine.

And then he saw Leo. "Sergeant Rockefeller!? Yes sir!" And the plane's engines hummed.