Henry emerges from the bushes.
-- Yo, Ment! Hey, woman? -- he tried to greet the trollish woman, giving a trollish salute.
- Hey, who are you? Oh! The messenger! Masha, our cream has arrived! - she shouted towards the cave, then turned to Henry. - Come on, hurry up! We ordered it a week ago! What is that idiot thinking over there? I paid him in advance, and he's as slow as a turtle...
Another trollish woman comes out of the cave.
- That's not cream, that's a person!
- Clubby, he has the cream, he's not the cream!