Chapter 6: Back at the Hotel…
"Sneg! That was so funny! You do realize, now he may not be able to have children," said Vasilisa.
"Just weeding out the gene pool," came the response.
"He wasn't that ugly!"
"How should I know? I don't find anyone attractive," said Snegurochka.
"Except Lenin."
"So?"
"So…he's dead!"
"Your point?"
"I quit. Have fun on your honeymoon." Vasilisa shuddered involuntarily.
"Honeymoon? The moon's made out of honey! Shweet… I am so going there someday…."
"Actually, it's made of cheese, stupid."
"I like cheese. Mmmm, cheesy honey."
"Shut up."
Snegurochka turned onto Vasilisa and began pummeling her.
"Stop it!"
Snegurochka paused and Vasilisa continued, "I'm going to take a shower before the blood gets all crusty."
"Yeah, that's advisable. When you're done, I'll rip your hair out to save you the trouble of drying it!"
"Gee, thanks, Sneg. It's great to have a friend like you looking out for me," responded Vasilisa, rather sarcastically.
"That's what I'm here for! Mmmm, cheese." Snegurochka stared out the window at the moon, drooling.
A/N and Disclaimer: You do realize that this is actual conversation had by your beloved rulers, I mean authors, after a Russian test. You guys make some awesome HH characters! Uhh, да, we don't own HH (though we don't think they were even mentioned by name), the moon, or Lenin: dead or alive. I think NASA owns the moon. I don't know who owns Lenin The commies, duh