It was evening by the time Olga returned to Natasha's apartment, her arms laden with shopping bags.
"Well, I got the clothing you wanted. I hope this is good enough," she told Natasha, dropping the bags on the floor and pulling out a black skirt-suit with a fitted cut, a pair of 8 centimeter high heels, and a pair of sheer black pantyhose.
"Yeah, that will do. Any problems getting your other stuff sorted?" asked Natasha.
"No, I've got everything I need. However, the FBI is tailing your car," said Olga.
"Well, they can tail it all they want. Rochelle and Monica are in over their heads," chuckled Natasha.
"Well, if you say so," said Olga, her voice uncertain.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. You need to get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day," said Natasha, as she helped Olga put away her new clothes.
"Thanks, Natasha. I really appreciate it," said Olga, a small smile on her face.
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