Anatole: Yo we going to the club lend me fifty rubles like every single other time I see you I ask for?

Pierre: Sure I'll come too

Anatole: cool.

Everyone at the club: There's firey shit in the air and ice on the ground we all probably gon die soon so drink wit me

Pierre: According to my doctor, I probs shouldn't be drinking. Ahh well fuck it *drinks anyways*

Anatole: I am creepily describing Natasha's body I want to kiss her.

Dolokhov: No no man not till she's married. Also you're married but noone knows about that.

Anatole: I don't care.

Dolokhov: Here's to the health of pretty women to married women and their lovers

Pierre: THE FUCK? I WONT HESITATE BITCH!

Dolokhov: chill ur on

Pierre: *shoots and hits dolokhov* shit why did I do that? *stands open ready to take a bullet*

Dolokhov: *shoots and somehow misses* well shit

Pierre: Wha- I won?

Anatole: yo sis ask natahsa to the ball?

Helene: of course dear brother

Anatole: come go home old man, sleep it off and be happy we live to love another day.