Stale cookies sounded like blasphemy. And he remembered enough of Sunday School to know that blasphemy was bad. No matter what a certain British comedian might want to tell you, as you laughed about 'Blasheph-you.'"
Besides, she really did not look as if a cookie could possibly hurt her.
There he had to snort, "Yeah, it's my real name. I don't think anyone would try to be called Mstislav if they could help it." Grinning right back at her, even if it was a bit of odd humor, Slav explained. "That's what Slav's short for, Mstislav."