[ WP ] In Soviet Russia , ghosts fear you .

Vladimir eyed the interloper with disdain, sticking a cigarette into his mouth before lighting it, a gruff grunt was the only acknowledgement that he gave. 
 
 The interloper skirted along the edges of the wall blending unnaturally into the shadows. An unearthly howl rustled from the open window `` who violates my domain?'' An unholy voice cried out. 
 
 Vladimir took a draw from his cigarette before removing it, ash sprinkling into his wild grey beard `` Is party house''. 
 
 The interloper stopped `` what?'' 
 
 `` Is party house'' Vladimir confirmed idily picking up a mostly empty vodka bottle and swishing the contents `` is not your'domain'.'' 
 
 `` The undead care not for political parties!'' 
 
 `` Well party claim house and redistribute'' 
 
 `` That wont stop me from splattering this house with your entrails.'' 
 
 `` That is counterrevolutionary behavior'' 
 
 The spirit stopped taken aback by Vladimirs indifference to its presence. 
 
 The man took a long draw of his cigarette. `` If you continue to attempt to undermine party authority I may have to call the Cheka.'' 
 
 The ghost took a more friendly stance `` lets not be too hasty here'' it started, a twinge of fear in its words. `` no need to get the authorities involved.'' 
 
 
 Vladimir meerly grunted. 
 
 `` I'm sure we can come to an arrangement of sorts...'' The spirit began. 
 
 Vladimir held the bottle of vodka up towards it, sloshing the little remaining fluid expectantly''. 
 
 `` You ca n't be God damn serious''. 
 
 `` God is counterrevolutionary `` Vladimir countered through his cigarette 
 
 
 Edit: fixed some shitty tablet autocorrect.
