She negotiates

"So, you want me to agree to marry this Vladimir?" Sasha asks.

"Well, no. I don't want you to, but I need to find someone who will agree to. I don't have any choice," you shrug and sigh, playing up the appearance of the victim. Abby even plays along by patting you sympathetically on the back and looking sad.

"Is he..." Sasha says, not finishing her question, but Abby seems to know what she means to ask.

"He's not ugly. He's in pretty good shape actually, as you can imagine for a mafia boss who had to earn his way up. He's rich and powerful and his wife would be well taken care of."

"...and I would live in America?"

You and Abby nod. You squeeze Abby's hand, not wanting to get too excited yet. She squeezes back. Sasha is staring down at the floor and appears deep in thought and you both wait with bated breath to hear what she has to say next.

"Double," Sasha says when she snaps out of it and looks back to you and Abby.

"What?"

"2 million," Sasha says, holding up 2 fingers to make her point.

She's negotiating. That means she'll do it for the right price. You exchange looks with Abby. You're ready to say yes, but as the steward of your fortunes, Abby counters the offer. "1 and a half million."

"1 and 3 quarters million," Sasha retorts quickly.

Abby looks at you and you nod, so she turns back to the Russian. "Okay. 1.75 million. Half now, half after the wedding with Vladimir."

Sasha shakes her head. "1 million now. Rest after the wedding." You're quietly impressed by her savvy negotiating.

"Great. It's a deal then. I'll draw up a simple contract," Abby says.