Then some Russian weightlifters come down the row. One of them picks up John and gives him Russian kisses as he says a Russian hello. Their coach explains that they've just won the World Weight-Lifting Championship. Ah, no intercontinental flight would be complete without Russian weightlifters, now would it? John starts speaking Russian, and makes the coach happy when he identifies the World Champion as Pavel Kovarik. The two converse in Russian for a bit, make a joke about John's lack of "air" legs, and then the coach invites Doe to come back for a drink after takeoff. Then Pavel's daughter comes barreling down the aisle and slams right into Doe's midsection. Ouch. She totally hit him where men in closed spaces should not be hit. He falls to the ground, makes the Russians laugh heartily, and then picks up the child's walkie-talkie that fell to the ground. As John tries to catch his breath, a snotty English man says, "Can we move it along please?" Doe gets up, and the guy continues, "Yes. There we go." We must be in first class, because there's a supermodel on the flight sitting with her photographer. A stewardess compliments the woman on her "spread in Vogue." The model attributes her beauty to "Dave" because "he takes the pictures."