"Take that, you scoundrels!" Oleg shakes his fist. "But now..." He scratches his head and stares at the ground

"Take that, you scoundrels!" Oleg shakes his fist. "But now..." He scratches his head and stares at the ground gloomily. "The girl got away, a plague on her. She's certain to complain to the Stag Lord. They came before to 'collect taxes,' but this time they'll come to 'punish treason'... Now what are we to do?" He sighs heavily. "If only I could send Svetlana somewhere safe and show those rats what's what!"