VALERIYA, ANZHELA & EKATERINA: Hello!
V: We are three lovely Russian dolls, made by the clever hands of Jorth...
A: Oh ho ho! You may think yourselves lovely, but I, with my blonde hair, am nothing short of an angel!
V: Hooy na ny*! There is a word for blyats** like you sweetie, but it's not angel!
E [heaving the sigh of the continually weary]: Great. They're at it again. I'm going to just sit here and stare off into the distance, hoping that nobody thinks I'm with them.
A [rocking as hard in indignation as a softie can]: I AM AN ANGEL! My name means ANGEL. You are nothing but a perdoon stary***, destined to always be nothing next to my utter loveliness.
V: LOVELINESS? Don't make me choke on my borscht! [Would roll eyes sarcastically if only they weren't made of felt]
E [feeling increasingly uncomfortable]: I hear Malta is lovely at this time of year. Damn, if only I had hands (or even arms for that matter, Jorth, what were you thinking!) I could stick my fingers in my ears and gently trill La! La! La! until they all went away.
A: Ach! Go find some hooy morzhovy**** and leave me to my celestial glamour.
JORTH: Damned dirty-mouthed softies! Better not gift these to Grumbles...
* No bleeping way!
*** Old fart
**** Walrus dick