In Russian:  "Swine, tart, _____!, Blood of Satan"

The bald headed Russian and his pretty girlfriend, Olya, must have quarrelled.  Here he comes, his face as red as a fire engine, his stomach bulging through his Hawaiian flowered shirt, sweating and puffing down the path.  He is muttering under his breath and doesn't look up or say 'hello.'  It's easy to see he's swearing, even if you don't speak Russian.