AAOOOSC! #3

In Ottawa in the NHL HQs, Sergei is sitting in front of a computer, showing the NHL.com homepage while Jimmy and Kari are standing next to him.
"Kari, I don't know what I would do without you," Jimmy tells Kari.
"All I just want to do is to make you happy, Master."
"Thank you." Jimmy looks down at Sergei. "Now, Sergei, you are going to do exactly what I'm gonna tell you what to do, okay?"
Sergei just stares at the screen.
"Sergei? Hello?" Jimmy waves his hand in front of Sergei's face. "Heeeelloooo?"
Sergei doesn't move one bit.
"Is he dead?" Jimmy growls, turning to look at Kari.
"No..." Kari looks at Sergei. "He's still breathing."
"Hm..." Jimmy's gray eyes narrow. "Why is he like this, then?"
Kari shrugs. "I dunno."
"Well, speak to him."
Kari pats Sergei's dark blond hair. "Hello!"
"In your language!" Jimmy snaps.
Kari gives Jimmy a surprised look. "In Finnish?"
"Yes, whatever it is!"
"But that wouldn't make any sense."
"Why?"
"Because he speaks Russian."
"Same difference, isn't it?"
Kari shakes his head vigorously. "Nuh-uh, not at all!"
"Who can speak Russian here, then?" Jimmy looks around the small, dark room.
"Bob," Sergei pipes.
"Huh?" Jimmy quickly looks back at Sergei.
Sergei turns his head, looking at Jimmy and Kari. "Bob."
"Oh good, you're alive," Kari says. "Now, listen to Jimmy." He points to Jimmy.
"Bob," Sergei replies.
"Alright, Sergei, turn around." Jimmy makes the motion of turning around with his finger.
"...Bob."
"I think we have a problem, Master," Kari tells Jimmy..
"Yes, I know." Jimmy sighs. "Kari, order Claude and Carey to go fetch me some Russian speaker person for me."
"Right on it!" Kari gets off his feet and flies off quickly out of the room.

In the dark and empty Pittsburgh streets, Evgeni is walking lachrymosely, all alone.
"There..." Evgeni starts. "I see it...Sid go up in sky... But how he alive? I see him... I no crazy. No, Yevgeni Malkin no is crazy! He is score!" He groans in sorrow.
Carey, who is wearing a trench coat, sidles up to Evgeni from an alley. "Heeey...Geno!" He says 'Geno' really quickly.
"How you know nickname?" Evgeni asks Carey.
"Wikipedia," Carey says quickly, trying to not blow his cover with his voice.
Evgeni sighs. "I no crazy, right?"
"Crazy? No!" Carey shakes his head. "If you're finding someone who's crazy, it's Claude!" He points to Giroux, who's also in a trench coat, trying to be undercover.
"Pry-sh!" Giroux hisses. (Price!)
"Giroux!" Carey shouts quietly. "Shut up!"
"You uh blew me cover!" Giroux storms up to Carey.
"Well, you blew mine as well!"
"Ugh! You see?!" Evgeni cries. "Now I think strangers are Claude Giroux and Carey Price!"
"Hey, cal muh down..." Giroux places a gloved hand on Evgeni's shoulder. "Do you uh shpeak uh Russhian?"
"Yea..."
"Awesome!" Carey claps happily. "Come with us!"
"Why?"
"Becaush uh...becaush uh..." Giroux voice fades.
"Because we need your Russian-speaking abilities!" Carey cuts in.
"You need me?" Evgeni brown eyes light up at bit.
"Yesh! Yesh!" Giroux exclaims.
"Okay, I am come!" He walks away with Carey and Giroux.
"Bull'sh eye!" Giroux whispers to Carey with a wink.

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