Peter Nalitch was walking through the snowy streets of Moscow. Pidgeons were perched on buildings above, sensing that the commotion below was no place for small birds like themselves. It was a busy night, but then, all nights were busy for the capital of Russia.

It seemed as if the streets were always full of people these days. Now that the Americans only had a say in a virtual world that was so disconnected from the real one, Russia had become a world superpower of sorts, bringing lots of tourism into Moscow. Eastern Europe, too, felt the benefit of having Russia as a world superpower.

"Peter? Is that you? Peter?" a voice shouted from behind him.

He turned to see someone running up to him. It was Sofia Nizharadze, running through the long, brick-paved streets.

"Sofia?" Peter called, "Hey, Sofia! It's good to see you again!"

"Same here," Sofia smiled, "What a weird coincidence running into you!"

"You know," Peter said, "I never got the chance to really talk to you in the Pokemon thing or even during the contest."

"That's ok," said Sofia, "We can talk now."

And so they went to a busy Cafe in Moscow.

"You didn't talk so much before, you know?" Peter said.

"Ah, yes, they were arguing so much I didn't want to say anything," Sofia admitted, "They were acting like little kids, you know?"

"The arguing was irriating, all the time. Especially with Juliana."

"I didn't want to say anything to them. But yeah, it was annoying."

"It would be like us two, having some sort of weird Russia-Georgia argument. I mean, all that inter-Balkan arguing for the whole time we were there... jesus..."

"Man, we sure had fun though."

"Yeah, but there were only a few annoying people. Weren't there like people from every country in Europe there?"

"I think so," Peter said, "Maybe not Hungary or the Czech Republic... but... other than that, yeah."

"Ah, I know Czesy, she's from Hungary," Sofia said, "She's coming to Russia in a bit. She said to me how exited she was when she heard the news about the whole Pokemon thing."

"Yeah, that was great. And we're international superstars now," Peter smiled, leaning back on his chair.

"Indeed," Sofia replied.

Sofia sat up in her chair.

"Hey I know, you know what we should do..." said Sofia at last, "Just something fun, anything. When I saw you, well, me and some other people had something planned... and..."

"Well...?"

"Did you see on the news, those people who went to Moscow Mall with super soakers to break the world record?"

"Yeah," Peter said, "I saw that, those people got arrested."

"Why don't we get super soakers and go to Moscow Mall!" Sofia ignored him.

"And um... why would we be going to Moscow Mall with super soakers? To break that ridiculous world record?"

"To spray water at everyone silly! And break the world record! It doesn't matter if you're not with us, we've had this planned for weeks, come on! The world record!" Sofia laughed.

"Ah Sophia, um... you know we could get in trouble doing something ridiculous like that. Like those other people did."

"I know the police here in Russia are more relaxed about these sorts of things, come on, it'll be fun! I did the same back in Georgia with Czesy and Alyosha."

"I highly doubt you did."

"Yeah, you're right. We went up to the shop with our supersoakers but it was closed. But we were going to do it, that's what counts!"

"Riiight..." Peter said sarcastically.

"But now, we have a chance to do it!" Sofia continued, "Now we can go into the mall-"

"Woah woah woah, come on Sofia, why this sudden obsession with malls and super soakers?"

"I've told you already, we wanted to beat the world record for shooting the most people with a water gun in an enclosed space."

"Sofia that's a terrible idea."

"But Peter... the world record..."

"Sofia... you already have a world record for 'the world's most stupid idea'. And it's that one. So stop it."

"Come on... pleaaase... you'll have your name in the Guiness World Records! We're famous and loved by everyone, so we can get away with anything!"

"You called the others childish when you are the most childish yourself!" Peter said, "Sorry Sofia, but..."

"Come on..."

"Sophia, you crazy Georgian, I can't go along with this, it's weird, and you know, we used to follow some other crazy Georgian once..."

"And who would you be alluding to there, Peter?"

"Oh, you know, just a general statement," Peter leaned back in his chair.

"No no, did you just compare me to Stalin?"

"No... ah... maybe... I'm sorry..."

"No Peter!" Sofia smiled, "That's no good as an apology. You must now come to Moscow Mall with me, and-"

"Sofia no," Peter said, "Just point blank, no. Never. Not in a million years."

Suddenly, the door on the cafe opened and two women ran in, holding super soakers. It was Czesy and Alyosha.

"Heeey!" Alyosha yelled, "Are you coming Sofia? The security guards in Moscow Mall are all gone, and we had Czesy here disable all the CCTV!"

"Yeah!" Czesy said, "There'll be no proof we were even ever there! Come on, time to go!"

"So, you coming Peter?" Sofia said, getting up from her seat.

"I... uhm..." Peter said, "No."

"This guy just compared me to Stalin, you know," Sofia said.

"What?" Czesy said, "Why? Because you're Georgian?"

"You know what, why not?" Peter stood up from his chair, "If you're going to be like that, then sure, I'll go on your ridiculous little trip. Just don't come crying to me when it all falls through the roof."

"Now that's the spirit!" Sofia beamed, "Well... sort of."

"Come on you three," Alyosha said, "It's time to go to Moscow Mall, it's just getting dark, that's the perfect time to go!"

"Great!" Czesy smiled, as they all left the cafe together.