They're still on the mat when Kisha and Jen come scampering up, and they don't seem too annoyed at having snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. That's got to hurt, though, being in the lead for most of the leg until you lose as a result of taking the wrong door.
Victor finishes his course on time and with a complete set of letters. "Once I saw the letters n the ground, Chekhov instantly came out, because, you know, who doesn't know who Chekhov is?" There's a way to say that without sounding like a tool, and I think Victor... missed it. I mean, I know who Chekhov is -- one of my first dates with Trash was the first act of The Three Sisters -- but I'd be more likely to say something like, "I was glad it was Chekhov, because he's the only Russian playwright I know." Which would also be true. While he's doing that, Tammy and Margie enjoy watching Luke roll down the course, vocalizing the whole way. Victor and Tammy wish Margie good luck as they take off in third place.
Luke finishes the course with two seconds to spare. "Yes! Yes!" Margie shrieks. Then he hands over his white board, with all seven letters correct. "Yes! YES!" Margie shrieks again. Don't take this the wrong way, but was Luke always deaf? I'm just asking. He runs up the hill to where the letters are waiting for him in a stack, and he interviews while Margie translates, "I had never had any Russian... literature classes. I don't know who he was. I didn't have any idea." On the hill, he asks, "Why couldn't it be in English?" Well, it kind of is, Luke. Be glad you don't have Cyrillic letters staring up at you. He commences what will be a long process of trial and error, his first guess being "Coehkvh." Nyet, of course. Margie is more worried about Luke getting frustrated with himself than anything else. He needs to relax. There are only, like, 480 possible combinations, after all.