Константѝн: Cheerfully, she opens the door, and pulls NORTON in by his wrist. Здравствулте! Welcome to Россия, where we will drink водочка and bulldoze our inhibitions while we play hours of шахмат! Yes, yes, it is too cold to go outside, so here we are: жизнерадостно over шахмат... Masters! Let me show you around. Meet Фёдор!
Фёдор: Здравствулте! It is wonderful to see you! Your uncle said you were getting tall! Where is your куртка? You must be freezing! Norton shakes his head and smiles.
Константѝн: Фёдор, Фёдор! Leave our friend alone. Pulling NORTON by the wrist, she leads him across the room to sit. Come, friend, sit down here by the fire. Would you like some водочка? I'll find you a glass! NORTON sits silently by the fire, examining the contents of his purse.
Фёдор: Don't let her skimp you. He winks.
Константѝн: What was that, Фёдор? I can here you out there!
Фёдор: Bah! Успокойтесь! NORTON drops his purse near his feet and stares into the fire.
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