This is not unlike the extreme coincidences that used to take place when I was a kid - large piles of council owned asphalt planned for use in road repairs would go missing and shortly afterwards we would get a knock on the door from the TGBs wondering if we would like them to tarmac a drive. No proof of connection, but if it looks like a poo and smells like a poo, it usually is a poo.

It does all seem like a bit of a storm in a teacup however, and personally I don't really care if the Russians did take care of a couple of their own.