Olga

Avery looked into the darkness and as the silhouette walked closer he began to recognize her. He could remember her face from a mile away as if it was yesterday and he was reading her Miranda Rights. Big Burly Olga. One of Saul's goons. "Look at this pretty boy, shaking in your boots yet?", Olga remarked. "Yeah you take off that stupid hat, Wellington, you look stupid", She yelled while laughing. Avery felt his insides twitch. He didn't know if she was going to start ripping his clothes off or beating him up. "Maybe I'll just start by ripping your shirt off? Brianna, what do you think?", Olga smirked evilly.

“Let’s have some mercy on him. Be nice…but not too nice.” Claudia remarked. “I’m not gonna have this ogre take my clothes off!” Avery said pointing directly at big sue. “I’m afraid there’s not much of a choice for you, Avery. It’s either here or the pen & I’m afraid big Olga's touch is more gentle than the boys down there if you catch my drift.” Kev relented and put his arms to his side. “OK, Do what you must.” Olga replied, “with pleasure.…”