"You want to drink some of my blood, too? I'm sick of you — you're like locusts! You think you control everyth

"You want to drink some of my blood, too? I'm sick of you — you're like locusts! You think you control everything around here just because you put up that painted rag of yours?! You come here, squeeze us dry, and come ag-" Oleg, a large man with a rough face, stops talking when he notices you. "Ah, you must be guests from Restov!"