July 4, 1985
Hopper walks into Murray's house, a bag of food and a slushie in his hands for Alexei. He slams them onto the table in front of Alexei. Trying to show he was annoyed and angry. At the sight of the drink, Alexei immediately sits up straighter in his seat.
"Okay, now let's try this again, have at it Joyce." Hopper says with a groan.
"Right, uh Alexei, the generators what are they powering?" She questions, making sure to stay calm.
"And make sure he knows that we already know it isn't Starcourt Mall. So, he can stop selling us that fucking crap." Hopper says firmly.
Murray turns towards Alexei, translating for Hopper and Joyce. But, suddenly Alexei spits out his drink, his face scrunching in disgust. "Боже, это на вкус как дерьмовая клубника!" (God, this tastes like shit strawberry!) He explains, informing Murray.
Hopper looks at him, asking what he has said. "Well, he said, 'it's strawberry'. His slurpee, he said, that it's strawberry."
"Okay, so what?" Hopper asks, clearly annoyed.
"Hop, he did ask for a cherry one." Joyce says while shrugging her shoulders slightly.
"They didn't have cherry. They just didn't have the cherry flavor. And it doesn't fucking matter, because it all tastes the same, okay. It is all just fucking sugar ice, and you better fucking tell him that." Hopper says, pointing a finger towards Alexei.
"And tell him what exactly?"
"You tell him that those drinks all taste that goddamn same!" Murray rolls his eyes, telling Alexei what Hopper had said.
"Ну, вы скажите этому глупому человеку, что это совсем не то же самое, и что я хотел бы вишенку, которую просил." (Well, you tell that stupid man it isn't the same in the slightest, and that I would like the cherry I requested.)
"He said he respectfully disagrees, that it isn't the same, and that he would like cherry."
"Oh, well you tell him he can fucking forget it."
"Он говорит, забудь об этом, никакой вишенки." (He says forget it, no cherry.)
Alexei shifts his eyes towards Hopper, slightly rolling his eyes. He leans back into his chair, resting his feet on top of the table. "Нет вишни, нет сделки." (No cherry, no deal.) He begins to laugh as he starts to watch the tv.
"He, he uh, says, 'no cherry, no deal'." Hopper suddenly sits slightly in the chair.
He turns towards Alexei, starting to nod his head. He breathes in heavily through his nose, continuing to shake his head. But, suddenly he jumps from the couch, he grabs at Alexei's collar, throwing him on top of the table. Knocking everything off the table in the process.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Murray yells, trying to get Hopper to stop.
"I'M NOT GOING TO HURT HIM!" Hopper shouts towards Joyce and Murray.
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