Champagne and Caviar
Colonel Volkov would surely impress the lovely Anastasia
His limousine driver pulled up at the Palace of the Czar
Taking lovely Anastasia by her dainty hand
Volkov would introduce her to champagne and caviar
Bowing gracefully before his highness
From his scabbard Volkov pulled his gleaming sword
Unexpectedly, the Czar did the same, frightening the dame
Blushing, she implored the mustachioed figure in haughty red
"I thought to have a pleasant evening, dine to fine music
Home to a bubble bath, and perhaps spread out in bed ..."
"I see," the Czar sneered, and said, fondling his sword
"You've both come this far, let's see your earn your board"
With a lunge at Volkov, the Czar pierced his skin
Blood spurting everywhere ~ foretaste of 'the ugly Russian'
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