Of course, in your movie the introduction would probably be something like a piano falling through the roof of the National Congress Hall, with you straddling it in a ball gown and a confused expression.

DON'T YOU KNOW THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN? DO YOU WANT TO JOIN ME? In our movie, you could be the Nikolai to my Kirill, except in our vory v zakone it'd be less with the symbolic body arts and more with the general carryin' on. You know it could be awesome, Ellita.

I fucking love Habanot Nehama, whom I have never heard of before and who gives me an old Carly Simons vibe for some reason. Now go put your name down so I could brainfart my lack of taste in your direction.

Hush. I only up my scumminess out of love, and only when I run out of cats to put in my hair.