"ÑÐ²Ð»ÑÑŽÑ‚ÑÑ Ð½Ð°Ð¼Ð¸ Ð·Ð´ÐµÑÑŒ?" the man in the limo asked. "SeÃ±or no puedo entenderle cuando usted habla asÃ­." the chauffer stammered nervously. "So, es gibt ein Dilemma. Wir werden gerade das, Gewohnheit wir befestigen mÃ¼ssen?" the man said menacingly "SeÃ±or, todavÃ­a no puedo-" his neck was sliced off before he could finish his sentence. The man got out of the car and sighed. "I lose so many drivers that way." he laughed as he turned and walked into the building that he had arrived at, with nothing in his hand, as if the knife had never been there. As he walked In he suddenly stopped and took out a piece of chalk. Drawing a circle around himself, he began chanting "eneinv cndscnvfk cinfr!" he said in the All-Tongue, in a dialect that only the great Odin knew. he soon vanished, as if he had never been there.<br/><br/>Russian:<br/>1.Are we here?<br/><br/>Spanish:<br/>2.Sir I can't understand you when you talk like that<br/><br/>German:<br/>3.Now there's a dilemma. We'll just have to fix that, wont we?<br/><br/>Spanish:<br/>4.Sir, I still cannot-<br/><br/>All-Tongue Secret Dialect:<br/>no translation available. Odin will tell you later.