Flew with them back in the days of the Soviet Union – for a kid it was brilliant fun. Converted bombers with the bomb bay doors welded shut (hopefully!) and seats bolted down, you could climb up into the glass nose for a look.
Then there was the flight to Irkutsk, stopping over in Novosobirsk where the pilots all retired to the pilot’s lounge and necked a couple of bottles of vodka. Eventually a group of passengers dragged them out, forced some strong coffees down their necks, and told them to take us the rest of the way.
Or the pilot’s pre-flight checks, which consisted entirely of walking around the aircraft kicking the tyres.
Or the flight where they remembered to pack the clever chess sets that clipped to the armrests so you could play with your neighbour, but forgot to pack any cutlery whatsoever, and served beef stew.
I guess what I’m saying is whatever they’re like now, they must be much, much better than they were 😉