Chapter 5: Two Days Later...

Hogan and Newkirk, our two heroes meeting their contacts, rushed into the Hammelburg Hotel. When they received strange looks, they slowed down to a brisk walk as they made their way to room 216.

Hogan knocked on the door. He heard a voice from inside asking "+What happens next+" Newkirk responded "+A dance with my windshield wipers.+" A second voice stated "+Love will find a way.+" The door opened and our heroes entered.

"Hello," said the voice who had spoken first, "I am Vasilisa. This is Snegurochka."

"Hello, it's nice to meet you," said Snegurochka.

Newkirk reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bottle of champagne. "Hello, ladies. Would you like something to drink?"

"Newkirk," Hogan warned. To the women he said, "I am Papa Bear. This is one of my cubs."

"Where did you get that bottle?" asked Snegurochka.

"Just leave it to ol' 'sticky-fingers' Newkirk."

"Okay, you may want to sit down. What we are going to tell you is going to come as a shock," said Vasilisa.

"-We're going to tell them now-" asked Snegurochka.

"-They have to know sooner or later-" Vasilisa responded.

Hogan and Newkirk sat in silence and confusion.

"Sorry," said Snegurochka, switching back to English.

"You're not going to believe this, but… Hitler is really one of our agents," Vasilisa continued.

"What are you two smoking?" asked Newkirk after a moment of shocked silence.

Snegurochka answered, "I assure you, we aren't even smoking cigarettes."

"Then what is Hitler on?" wondered Hogan.

"Pot," said Vasilisa.

"I see. Well, we need to be going," said Hogan, "The rest of my cubs are waiting for me."

"Oh, Col., can't we stay a little bit longer?" asked Newkirk. He approached Snegurochka and began to embrace her. She promptly kneed him in his manhood. Vasilisa burst into laughter.

Even Hogan was laughing. "Come on, Newkirk."

"But Guv'nor!" Newkirk gasped.

"Newkirk, you were warned that they were dangerous…" Hogan walked out, with Newkirk hobbling along behind. Once they got outside, Hogan finished "…not that I wouldn't mind spending the night with either of them."

Newkirk replied, still gasping with breath, "I wouldn't recommend 'Snegurochka'."

Back at camp, Newkirk was telling our heroes about their newest contacts. "Vasilisa had brown hair, almost auburn, I'd say. She was 5'3. Her eyes were blue, and she had a peaches and cream complexion. They both had perfect hourglass figures."

"How could you tell?" asked the naïve little Carter.

"Andrew, trust me. I know an hourglass figure when I see one. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, Snegurochka was about 5'7", with blond hair and greenish-brownish eyes."

Hogan came into the tunnel and interjected, "And good legs."

"No," disagreed Newkirk, "I'd say Vasilisa had better…oh."

"What?" asked LeBeau.

"Newkirk tried to embrace Snegurochka, and she kicked him hard, where it hurts," Hogan explained.

"Ouch! But London did say not to make her angry," said Kinch.

" 'ow could a little lovin' make anyone angry?" wondered Newkirk.

"Maybe she wants to wait to get married…before…you know…" said Carter, blushing.

"More than likely, they're married." said Kinch.

"No, there were no rings on Vasilisa's finger, and Snegurochka had too many rings, at least two on every finger," said Hogan.

"Maybe they just want to wait until the war is over," said LeBeau. "Poor things. I wish I could comfort them."

"LeBeau!" exclaimed Hogan.

A/N and Disclaimer: We, to reiterate, don't own HH, Russian fairy tales, or the Hammelburg Hotel. No Suey Usy. Or me, because I just proofread.

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