It’s Koschei’s birthday!
“My DELIGHTS! My DARLING and STAR!”

The Master blows dramatic kisses at wife and child, radiating an abundance of affection of which none but his family might think him capable.

“COME!” he hams it up, expansive and theatrical. “Come unto my bosom, my GREAT loves!”
He laughs a quasi-maniacal belly-laugh, the very one that’s earned him the title of “Kookaburra.”
“Where’s MY hat?” he demands, as he gathers them close. “And how the HELL did you remember this face’s birthday? Color me impressed, Goose.”
He peppers a trail of ticklish kisses against her neck, cheek and lips, and then, on little Zinny’s forehead.
































