Oleg’s face turns into a scowl and he lets out a huff of indignation, it appears he only registered the first couple of words Gascon said. He throws his arms in the air and shouts, “I knew it! I just fuckin’ knew that hunter was full of shit!” He storms off a couple of feet to begin pacing back and forth and mutters curses to himself.

Svetlana, on the other hand, seems to have heard the full response. “I appreciate the offer. You see, these bandits began coming by about three months ago, threatening to burn down the trading post and… kidnap me, if we didn’t pay them all of our earnings for the past month. Of course, we had no choice but to comply, and we immediately sent word to Restov for aid, but it’s never come. They’ve returned twice since then, about an hour after dawn on the first day of each month. As it's the first of the month once again, we expect they’ll be arriving here again to collect their “taxes” in twenty minutes or so. If you don’t mind helping us, we could offer you all free room and board.”

Oleg mutters something about throwing away money, but doesn’t protest. Instead he stops his pacing, crosses his arms, and waits for a response.