((After finally buying a house... well, you certainly bought a house, and now your bank account is in shambles. With little money to spare, you fill the house with all you can. Crappy bargain-bin furniture cover the rooms like a beige puke stain. After a day at work, you flop out on the scratched-out sofa and turn on the TV, watching Channel 8. The same story plays again, the mysterious thief 'Hound' has been robbing more houses. You turn off the news slop and close your eyes...))

"ребенок? Oh, please little ребенок, awaken..." You wake up to see the thief herself holding you close, hugging you on your sofa. It's dark out and the clock reads 2:30. The woman is burly, muscles bulging like Popeyes kin. Her body is hidden under a black cloth leotard and matching thigh-highs. Her thin black hair leaks out of her dog mask like a river, covering her face. She snugs you tighter as you stir. "There you is, little щенок! I come for your things... but you own nothing but silly game device! Nothing for steal! Мать-собака would never steal from poor boy!" She speaks in broken English, her accent a thick, strong Russian one. Glancing over, she catches you spotting the suitcases in the doorway. "Ah, child see. Мать-собака stay with child. No say no!"