"Well, gang," Fred announced, hefting his tan suitcase from the train's luggage rack. "We made it to the village of Piotr."

"Home of the most beautiful sunsets in all of Russia," Velma read from the tourist guide.

"And the tastiest piroshki!" Shaggy interrupted. "Like, this train was groovy and all, but the supper cart only stopped by, like, three times."

"Re're rarving!" Scooby yipped, grabbing Shaggy's suitcase in his mouth and ambling towards the train car exit.

"Well, lead the way, Scoob," Fred said with a grin. "We all could use a little food before we explore the village."

As Scooby and Shaggy followed their noses towards Piotr's many cafes, Velma stopped to examine an onyx statue in the village square. Depicting an imposing bald man with a very impressive mustache, the statue glared down at Velma as she studied the piece. "Hmmm…our beloved founder, Piotr Holender," she translated from the plaque. "Fascinating."

"Hmph," came an angry voice, causing Velma to jump. "Piotr not beloved to anyone," said a slender man striding up behind Velma. He wore a turquoise sweater, jeans and a brown cap with long earflaps. A fiery red beard decorated his chin. "Sorry to startle you. Just couldn't help but overhear." The man spoke English haltingly, grasping for the proper words when needed. "I am…called Yuri Gunter. I have lived in village since birth, and Piotr is very evil man," he said, pushing his rimless glasses up the bridge of his nose "He…rewrite history to make himself founder of village, when it was really wise, kind brother Fyodor."

"Jinkies! That's awful!" Velma cried.

"Jinkies?" Yuri echoed. "What is 'jinkies?' I cannot say I hear that word before."

Velma blushed furiously. "Jinkies? Well, it's…uh…just an expression of…uh…it's French!"

"Oh…okay…I see. But no, this statue, it is representative of everything that is wrong in Russia. Someday...well, I just hope it stands no more." With a rushed farewell, Yuri dashed off into a nearby store.

"Jinkies…" Velma murmured, watching Yuri's disappearing act.

"Hey, Velma!" Shaggy called from the doorway of a Piotr cafe. "Come on, the zakuski are getting cold!"

Velma shook herself from her deep thoughts and joined the rest of the gang inside.