Boroda - Bring It, Beeyotch.
You really think your incompetent drunken corrupt missile troops could get a salvo off before we turned your godforsaken armpit of a country into a glowing glass parking lot? And that's assuming your outdated and insecure C3 systems actually work and that your maintenance troops haven't sold all the important missile bits on the black market to buy bread, vodka, blue jeans, and some nylons for their mistresses.