Comrade schurem, your mission, should you choose to accept it, and you better do, zampolit has your name in his little black book is to go out and intercept the unknown radar contact coming in off the black sea.
This switch goes like this, that one like that. Click click clickety click… zzzzzzoooooOOOOOOO Here we go.
Off to defend the rodina.
Last one to catch a capitalist buys the vodka, suckers!
Kick the tires and light the fires!
We have lift-off.
Into the wild blue yonder, gonna get me some of that precious medal to pin on my chest.
Oh yes, Olga and Irena will love that, a nice Lenin-order or Meritous Service Award on my uniform. It’ll melt the ice right quickly. …Oh da ground control, vector 135, spasibo, right away!
First report he was at 165 for 90, now at 135 for 40, better steer 120 and light the cans.
Found the BUFF! And he’s toting a full load of imperialist hate too! Well he can have some of this righteous indignation…
Fly true, arrows of the motherland…
Zasplatka! Cyka blyat! No more american pie for you, stinking cowboys!
The little black smudge in the field right above the cockpit is where my comrades will fruitlessly dig the wreckage for secrets of the imperialist agressors.
Popping some fireworks to celebrate the kill. Urrah! I shall not be paying for vodka this evening.
A nice hot break to make sure both Olga and Irena know I was flying today.
Oh she’s a dirty bird turning onto finals.
Kissing the tarmac with well over three quarters of the main tank full.
…Aand parking it where I found it.
I tried @Victork2 steep approach style, and I like it. At least in this bird. And unlike him, I was relatively frugal with the afterburner, allowing me to bring the bird home after splashing the BUFF. Fun ride in a fun aircraft.