Mishenka's Proposal

"What if we don't want to do this?" Finn questioned.

"I don't think you have much of a choice, boy. You gypsies have been plaguing my land for long enough. Do this for me or go to jail for squatting," Mishenka snapped back. Finn grumbled and his sister listened but didn't speak. "Yes or no?" Mishenka pulled a bag of gold out of his coat.

Finn's eyes widened. "Is there more where that came from?"

"Yes."

"Finn! You can't put a price on your life! He's sending you to your death, you dumbass!" Eve scolded as she smacked him upside the head. Mishenka leaned forward.

"He's not going to be the one delivering the gift, dear," he raised his eyebrows as he spoke to her. She didn't like his eyes.

I'm not sure how I feel about this picture. It's something new as far as style goes and it's a different place (Olenka) and has two uncommon characters. Very different than what viewers are used to when it comes to my work.

Olenka ended up looking more like Morocco than lower Kazakhstan D: