Let Abby pick

"Hmmm..." you hum, swiping back and front on the tablet. "I think Olya and Sasha are definitely great and I'm sure Vladimir would be happy with either. They're both so pretty and..." you trail off at the end, not wanting to finish your thought aloud, although you're pretty sure Abby knows what you're thinking.

"Who would you pick?" you ask Abby.

She doesn't hesitate in her response. "Sasha," she says, holding up the tablet to show you the beautiful Russian woman again. "She resembles Daria. She's around the same age. She's pretty. And Instagram influencer in Russia? You know what that means?"

"What?"

"She would kill to be famous in America. Having a mafia boss as a husband would certainly open a lot of doors," Abby says. It sure seems like she's given this significant thought and you wonder if her entire presentation was just to lead you to the eventual conclusion that Sasha should be the candidate.

"Okay, I'm convinced. Now we have to convince her."

"I'll reach out to her on her social media page. I'll say we're interested in advertising with her and that we need her to fly out immediately. Pay her a small sum upfront, first class ticket. Immigration won't be a problem. I know a guy. If all goes to plan, she'll be here tomorrow evening," Abby says, already starting to leave the study.

"Okay. What should I do until then?" you ask.

"Get some sleep and think about how we're going to get Sasha to agree to... whatever she's supposed to agree to," Abby shrugs as she leaves, leaving the door open for you to exit after her.