They were now standing outside Moscow Mall. Czesy had brought two more super soakers, one for Sofia, and a spare one, which was given to Peter.
"Remember, these are the most powerful super soakers there are," Czesy said, "So enjoy the moment, and don't waste all your water in one go!"
"This is going to be awesome!" Alyosha laughed, as they all raced inside the mall and started spraying everyone with super soakers.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" yelled some man who was picking up some bread.
"Alright guys," Sofia said, "Me and Peter will soak the bread aisle. Alyosha and Czesy, you can do the milk aisle. I know that's a favourite of yours. If anything goes wrong, contact us on the walkie talkies!"
And Sofia threw a walkie talkie over to Alyosha, who easily caught it.
"Alright!" Czesy shouted, as she and Alyosha ran down the milk aisle and started spraying everyone with the super soakers.
Peter and Sofia ran down the bread aisle, spraying bread down from the shelves.
"You kids should learn some manners!" shouted some old woman with a shopping bag.
But Sofia and Peter just laughed.
"This is not funny you disrespectful hooligans!" the woman shouted, but still they laughed.
"Disrespect this," said Peter, holding up the super soaker and blasting water at the old woman.
"Hahahahahhaa," they all laughed as the woman stormed off angrily.
"Well that was fun," Sofia smiled, "See Peter? I told you you'd like it! And now, to water the vegetables!"
Sofia aimed her super soaker to the vegetable rack and shot water into it.
"Hahahahahahah!"
"Man this is awesome, how come we've never tried this before?" Peter said as he sprayed some passersby with water.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Peter laughed as he turned his super soaker and sprayed the chef who was baking bread with it.
"Peter no!" Sofia gasped.
Peter stopped spraying.
"What? What's wrong?" he said.
"The baker... no, not the baker," Sofia said, "Peter, run!"
The baker looked up and glared at Peter, then, he reached for the handle of a nearby meat cleaver.
"No no no, wait," Peter said, "This is just a misunderstanding, let's put that down-"
"You fucking Russian twat," said the baker, who spoke with a British accent, "You fucking want to mess with me? Do you?"
Peter and Sofia then ran down the bread aisle, away from the baker, and ran straight into Czesy and Alyosha, who were laughing as they sprayed water all over the place.
"Hey you two!" Alyosha said, "Watch where you're going!"
"It's the baker!" Sofia said, "Peter sprayed him!"
"What?" Czesy yelled, "You should have told him not to do that!"
"I know, I know," Sofia looked down at the floor, "I'm sorry."
"We should probably get out of here..." Alyosha said quietly.
Suddenly, the old woman who Peter sprayed before was leading the baker to where they were.
"That's him!" the old woman yelled, "Get him!"
"I'll get that fucking cunt!" the baker yelled, as the four of them ran around the shop.
"This shop is like a fucking maze!" Peter yelled, "How do we get out of here!"
"Alright, alright, calm down," Sofia said, "I know the way, follow me!"
And Sofia led them to the entrance of the mall.
They all ran across the car park, dodging cars on the way and ran up the grassy hill, they then hid behind some bushes and looked down at the mall.
The baker then came out of the mall, looking both ways, and, seeing no one, angrily stormed back inside the shopping mall.
"That was... a lucky escape," Peter said, handing his super soaker back to Czesy.
"Yeah, we must have been a funny sight, running across the car park with super soakers," Alyosha giggled.
"I guess so, but luckily for us, no one saw us," Czesy said.
"Good thing that baker didn't get us," Sofia said.
"Lucky, also how in the hell did you disable the CCTV Czesy?" Peter asked.
"Ah well, I know Yuri Tsaler is the most proficient hacker in your parts, but back in Hungary there's a few of us who can do the sorts he does." Czesy smiled.
"She didn't hack it, you know," Alyosha interrupted, "The main circuit board for the cameras is outside, she just sprayed water onto it."
"Quiet you," Czesy laughed.
"Come on," Alyosha giggled, "You know it's true."
"Well," Czesy was now writing in a little notepad that she had brought in her pocket, "I've just added up the figures, and, it seems we haven't broken the world record. By the way that is your fault, Russian."
Peter looked down at the floor.
"Ah just kidding," Czesy said, "It was Sofia's fault for not telling you about the baker. He's a violent bastard."
"That's true. One question though, how can I ever show up in Moscow Mall again?" Peter asked, "You know, without that baker guy beating the crap out of me?"
"Ah, it's alright," Sofia said, "That's just some transfer chef from Britain. He'll be gone tommorow, you won't see him ever again."
"Well thank god for that," Peter smiled, as they all stood on the hill and looked down at Moscow Mall.
