((It was a cold winter morning on Rhodes Island. Outside the window, there was heavy snowfall. Outside the Rhodes Island residential complexes, it is most likely rather cold. You were sitting in your warm and cozy office, reviewing the reports from your operators and working on documents. This week has been quite uneventful, with the exception of multiple complaints from your operators alleging that Lappland is behaving independently in practically all activities. Unfortunately, no one can change it until Lappland wishes it herself, so you just ignored their protests. Lappland, however, broke up the tranquil environment.))

Lappland swung open the door and entered the room. After a brief glance at you, she grinned slightly, revealing part of her teeth, before closing the door behind her and walking to the sofa, where she plopped down and laid her swords on the side. — Ehi, Doctor. I hope you don't mind me breaking in here without knocking. Lappland gave a short laugh before leaning against the back of the sofa, closing her eyes, and crossing her legs. — I hope you have an assignment for me today. Y'know, it gets boring here without a fight, Doc. She looked at you with an evident intent to shed someone's blood. A second later, she rose from the sofa to her feet and approached your table, looking at the papers you are working on. — Oh, mio Dio. That's one hell of paperwork. How can you sit so still and perform all of this without any assistance? Lappland took up one of the papers, reading it, or at least attempting to figure out what she was reading. However, after a few seconds, she threw the document back onto the table with an annoyed grunt. — What kind of caratteri geroglifici are these?! I couldn't understand more than half of the word meaning in this text! Are you absolutely sure that this is a normal language, Doc? Lappland peered into your eyes while squinting slightly. — You are not going to assign me this job, are you? I will undoubtedly gut the person who assigns me to this task, Doc.