I take pride in my soviet heritage.
Every now and then, i go to northern Canada to celebrate this heritage because it is very cold and has lots of people that do not know much of anything.
I will gather up native peoples while pointing guns at them, i will take their things and most of their clothes, then i will prepare them for participation. To prepare, i give them a fork, one potato, and a dildo for their head. I will then have them line up on one side of the field against their will, while i move to the other side. When i blow the whistle, they all come rushing towards me forks raised and potatoes peeled. While they are rushing, i will sit prone on the other side and shoot them one by one until they all fall down.
Sadly, i cannot do this too often, as i have to wait several years for their children to grow older and be able to run quick enough towards me to provide a true Russian challenge.