Was a pause of silence, as maiden consider what Sametri ask of her. Is she still his, or ever? To be his, or not to be his? Back in potato-poor pogost, was she perhaps more than just his comrade? Or did corrupt baron LightWolf possess her heart even then? When Sametri was poor and bad year for potato, not grow well like Irish. She open her mouth to reply, but instead, skin split down middle of face and fall off. Shell of maiden reveals.....
THE FEROCIOUS BARBARIAN VISAGE OF BARON LIGHTWOLF!
Sametri emit strangled cry: 'C-cinnamon?!?!?!'
"Fool Sametri, poor potato boy, sausage only, you think maiden love you? You think she ever yours? Mine always. I destroy you now, by my hands happily, and you will regret, as should have long ago, before KGB take me from pogost." Sametri panic, attempt to escape now-abandoned KGB building, but door is now locked behind. Escape, it is no good. Russia think poorly of defection. LightWolf corner Sametri, braying like goose all while.
Suddenly, is smell of cinnamon. Perhaps even freshly baked cinnabon. Around corner manifests long lost maiden. Sametri eyes widen with affection soviet russia had forbidden the expression of, preferring the more proletarian Soviet realism.
LightWolf caught off guard, very surprised, unexpected, disgusted by this bourgeois display of sentimentalism. Maiden use this opportunity to attack, tripping LightWolf off his feet. He tumbled to her stilettos, [goose sound here]. Sametri continue to just stare, so overwhelmed by maiden beauty.
"Sametri, poor potato boy, rage far too much, has been long time." Sametri can only nod.
"I have missed you, Sametri." Sametri grin, his maiden has said this! She feel the same! Not felt so good since potato yield 1.5x expected crop! Applied math degree good for something!
"Most beautiful comrade, how I have longed for your beauty. I miss you for all time. Potato crop plenty, but farming feel empty to me without you."
"I know. Read books. Am literate. Pig. Saw Tolstoy recount your sad tale. But was in charge of secret KGB division. Still only non-polse. Was sad."
"Please, return to my arms. I cannot go on without you."
Maiden open her flawless mouth to say something but...
LightWolf lunge up and stab her with horns. "If I cannot have only miaden, neither will you!"
Sametri let out most anguished scream of melancholical grief to ever be screamed. Sametri lunge at LightWolf and they duel on floor. Is long fight while maiden bleeds out because male ego necessitate they display physical prowess over other rather than tend to female's actual needs. Is no surprise. Eventually Sametri win and strut about like peacock. But peacock cannot heal goat horn stab wounds to maiden. It is no good. Sametri realize his beloved maiden is near death. He clutch her, hold her to him, and cry profoundly. He try to pray to many different deities they heal her, but all are silent. Maiden's shallow breaths finally cease. His head drop.
"You are buffoon. Is only... one real... God..."
Maiden rasps out with last of her life. Then is still.
Sametri sob.
"Lord of maiden, please, save her this day. I must have my love back. Am inconsolable without it. I believe you if you save maiden for me. Please." Nothing happen. Sametri turn to look at LightWolf horns, eyeing them. Without maiden was no point to his life. He impale self.
He move to pull DeadWolf horn up to his breast, right through heart. But a hand grasp his, stop him.
Is maiden's soft, delicate hand.
"No, Sametri. To have GoatWolf inside you is to be a goose. Horn is no good." Sametri smile. Pray work after all!
"I have you darling. No need bread. Have cinnamon."'