As the pirates drew closer, the Russian owner calmy pushed a button. Suddenly, a blinding flash! Whatever was happening, it was impossible to see. After some seconds, the smoke vanquised, and the pirates were nowhere in sight. Abramovitsj (the owner) proceeded, just as calm, to turn back to his guests on the yacht, offering them drinks.
"What happened, Roman?" asked one of them.
Abramovitsj looked at him and smiled.
*thick russian accent*
"The piratz vill nåt båther åss anymåre..."
"What did you do with them?"
"I lånsjed tårpidos at tem..."
"Torpedos? But why is there smoke?"
"Åh, tat wud be the atåm bomb..."
Russians know how to outdo their compeditors.