Lightning Dust had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. Finally, after a multitude of phone calls and 350,000 dollars, she had him. The Soviet-Russian KV-2 was in her possession.

He was hers.

And now, she isn't planning on holding back.

Disclaimer: This fic is made mostly for satire, and should not (normally) be taken seriously.

"I apologize immensely to all my followers, and/or anyone who is unfortunate enough to stumble across this terrible sin of fiction." -Me

"You bastard. You bloody bastard." - The person this fic was written for