Beach night

"Where've you been, Xenia?", you ask her, as you dress up in the new teenager style outfit.

"Variooz vlaces. Nev job. Shop.", she answers as she check her makeup in the mirror.

"Veady?", she looks at you. "Zooo sexy, oh! Voe may kiss me."

You kiss her, and she smiles.

"Come on, ve haven't got all day!", she says, and puts her sunglasses on.

"Where are we going?"

"The vitch"

"The bitch?"

"Vat?"

"Why are we going to some bitch?"

"No, no, vittle man. I mean ze veach, ve're goink to have a swim, lizten to ze music, and zen have zome sex on ze sand, no?"

"Oooh. The beach!"

Xenia looks at you with disdain.
"Vook, vittle man. Voue vrogrammed Xenia to ve a Russian hot mamma, zo nov bear vith it, am i vucking clear?"

"Yeah..."

"EHM", she taps her foot.

"Yes, honey."

She smiles sweetly and you drive off.