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As Joyce was talking on the phone for her job, her doorbell rung. She grabbed the mail, having a huge package and some letters. She put everything of her counter, moving the letters. She told the person she was talking to that she'd call back.

She grabbed scissors from the drawer, cutting the rope and opening the package. She grabbed a Russian doll from the package. She then saw the Russian thing on the package, figuring out that this was from Russia.

She quickly got on the phone, calling Murray since he knew a lot about Russia and the Russians.

He didn't answer until later, but when he called back, Joyce for sure answered.

"Where the hell have you been?" She asked impatiently.

"I have karate from 1:00 to 3:00 on Fridays," Murray responded. "So let me see if I have this right. You received a doll in the mail."
"Yes."

"And it's creepy."
"Oh, yes."

"And you believe it's from Russia, huh?"

"I know it is. The... The stamps on the package have that hammer with the hook thingamajig."

"Sickle."
"Whatever."

"Sounds like it came from Russia."

"Wow, I am so glad I called you. Should I be worried?"

"I would be. Could be a threat. After all, you did sabotage their U.S. operation and killed about two dozen comrades."

"But how would they know my name?"

"If it's the KGB, Joyce, and they wanna find out who you are, they will. Wait, can you undress her?"
"What?"

"The creepy doll. Can you remove her dress?"

"I don't... Okay." Joyce started lifting her dress, stopping when she saw something. "Jesus."

"What?"

"She has nipples," Joyce said as Murray exclaimed in delight. Joyce grimaced at Murray.

"Okay, now, do you see anything taped to her? Wires or a bug or something?"

"I don't know. It's... It's cracked."

"Cracked?"
"Yeah, like, the porcelain's cracked and they tried to glue it back together."

"Okay, okay. Uh, do you have rope and something heavy?"
"What for?"

"Smashing."

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Joyce stood outside, wearing goggles and gloves. She set the doll on the ground as she pulled the rope over the tree in the front yard. The rope held a paint bucket right over the doll.

She got weird looks from the neighbors as she waved at them, but ignored them.

"Was this really necessary?"

"If that porcelain belly is pregnant with an explosive device, you will soon be thanking me. And remember, you are not lowering this bucket. You are..."

"Releasing it. Got it."

"We want to make sure that we destroy that doll with as much force as possible."

"Yep. Got it," Joyce said. She released the rope, letting it fall down onto the doll. But nothing happened.

"One more thing. Joyce. Are you there? Talk to me! Joyce! Joyce! Joyce! Joyce! Joyce! Joyce!"
"Yeah?"
"What happened?"

"It broke."
"Do you see a bug? Anything with wires? Or anything that... that doesn't look like the insides of a doll. Anything like that?"

She set the phone down on the ground, going to the doll. She moved the clothes around, looking for something while hearing Murray panic about her not talking again. She found a piece of paper, grabbed it, and opened it to read it.

The first words...

HOP AND KRIS ARE ALIVE!