Ivan’s logistics trains come down from North Ossetia through the tunnel. Drop the tunnel and his logistics must reroute through the passes over the mountains or from Abkhazia.

Bullets and are his biggest worry. Beans he’ll plunder from the Georgian civilians, along with anything else they might have that strikes his fancy. Go juice he’ll just drive his tank up to the pump, slew the main gun at the attendent, and say “fill ‘er, up, comrade” in Russian.