Mishka is done for, the forest one.

It was Grandfather Frost! Yes, yes! Breathe, don't breathe! Breathe! All clear! We need, we need... oh-oh! Bed rest!

Masha, "Masha and the Bear."

Time passes swiftly, as the old folks say, and drags on slowly, as children and youth say. Nothing is eternal in this world, not even the seasons repeat exactly. And so, when winter had covered the sleepy forest with snow, and the bear slept in the house of his father, and his father's father, a shrill cry of joy flew through the forest, announcing to all the arrival of the walking nightmare of all the creatures of the forest and river.

It was Masha, that very Masha who had put the entire forest into all sorts of positions, figuratively speaking, but the inevitability of years

had turned the unbearable little girl into an equally unbearable young woman. Guys were terrified of her; her activity in role-playing games and otherwise had made her the terror of womanizers and rivals. She had driven one guy to the hospital from bed, and now she had returned to the places where she was known as the terror of the forest in her childhood. Moreover, not alone, but with two innocent classmates whom she hadn't chosen for games before; they were to be her "wolves" this time and the objects of her deflowering.

Oh yes, this she particularly loved—to be the first, for them to belong only to her, and her wild lust was never unsatisfied. Kissing them both and stroking their tender and hardening flesh, quite sizable for "nerds," she whispered compliments to them, unbuttoning her winter jeans, thanks to winter swimming having done its job, and she could lie naked in the snow for an hour without risk of catching a cold. Standing like a panther, having lowered her jeans only to mid-thigh, she guided one guy into herself, gently squeezing his flesh with her loins and winding him up, moving quickly, while she worked on the second one playfully and strongly with her mouth. Masha reached her peak in about two minutes, a second ahead of her partners, drinking her fill with pleasure. This was much tastier than beer from a youth party, thankfully Masha had only drunk once in her life on her 19th birthday three years ago and had no intention of doing so again. She had other entertainments; her unbridled activity had now shifted to guys and, as often happened, to rival girls who had been morally brought down beforehand by all means.

Aroused by memories of such an "outing," Masha, with her clean-shaven kitty, accepted the seed of the innocent guy and asked for more, which she received twice again, after which she sent the young men off for a walk, and she herself approached the vacant lot she remembered and sighed sadly. "Oh, Mishka, dear Mishka, it's a shame you can't see how happy I am, it's a shame hunters shot you, never mind, they're now forced to wash the floors in their cells, I've already taken care of that. Rest in peace!" she said quietly, after which she went off to tear the world apart further.