Imagine you're a Cosmonaut. Best of the best, sir, with honors. Basically a double PhD in a real science, and also a fucking fighter pilot. Sure, there may have been some politics involved, but you are no shit one of the finest individuals ever produced by the human race, a physical and mental specimen for the ages.

And you go up to the international space station on your first flight, eager to meet your international colleagues, finally have a bunch of new people who are your equals and have a lot of interesting stories to share.

And, instead, you find this absolutely batshit insane yenta pissing and shitting all over everything. Oh, and maybe trying to crash the station ans get you all killed.