Talk:Hellhound/@comment-209.216.183.84-20150803094328/@comment-25035274-20150803125216

I start to back away, screaming in terror. Hellhound pounces, and I flee down street. Eventually, I lose her. I look behind me; she is not there. I look left and right of me; she is not there. I look above me... She is there.

Hellhound leaps off roof of turnip processing plant and rapes me senseless.

I wake up in bed, covered in sweat. Was all dream. I hear knock at door. I open door. Is KGB man in black coat. I am arrested and shot for flee in cowardice from Capitalist harlot and for make sexytimes with Capitalist harlot while should be building strong Soviet tank.

Such is life in Moscow.