Rasputin's interview

Kisha trembled in her seat as Rasputin leaped before her, standing before the chair he was supposed to sit down in. "Uh... you gonna sit?"

Rasputin gazed down at her. "Why?"

"Uh, um, OK. So can you tell us your name?"

"Rasputin."

"Last name?"

"Rasputin."

"It says it's Rasputin Vasilyevich."

Rasputin glared and leaned in close to Kisha's face. "My name... is Rasputin."

Kisha nervously nodded as Rasputin retracted himself from her personal space.

"So, how do you feel about the tournament?" Kisha asked.

"We will win."

"And about your strategy-"

"The strategy... is win," Rasputin glared as he invaded Kisha's personal space once more.

"Th- That's all the time we have. Rasputin Vasilyevich, everybody."