An old soviet space rocket is blasting off.
CAPTION: Soviet Union. November 16, 1965.
The front of the rocket separates away from a larger fuselage as the planet Earth drops away in the background.
Two elderly Russian men in uniforms lift their glasses filled with dark liquor as they toast the rocket from their lavish offices. Nik is bald with a gray mustache, while Dmitri has salt and pepper hair and mustache.
NIK: To the pursuit of science, with the heavens laid open before us!
DMITRI: Made possible by our foreign friend.
A small space probe flies through space toward Venus.
NIK (OP): "It was not altruism. He would have done it for anyone."
DMITRI (OP): "He did say the German's were too distracted to get it right."
The probe descends through a bright but clouded atmosphere, a parachute fully deployed.
DMITRI (OP): "The quid pro quo was most favorable. Lucky we found him before the Americans."
NIK (OP): "It would seem they have at least one of their own."
DMITRI (OP): "Do you think going to Venus will tip them off?"
The probe has set on the planets surface and a small door-like hatch cracks open.
NIK (OP): " I don't see how. This will look like a crash. A complete accident."
An alien creature with thick skin and a large head walks away from the probe.
NIK (OP): "We'll have our rockets and glory."
DMITRI (OP): "And the little bastard will be home."
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