Fiji.
Fiji orders her men about as they work on Russias home. One of the men waved his arms, holding up a beam that was beginning to fracture.
"Rapidamente!" Fiji roars as she dashes over and presses up against the beam and holds it in place,"Get concrete, bricks, anything, otherwise this thing'll collapse!"
The men nod and run off and return with the supplies as they begin to secrure the beam in place.
Fiji winces and once they finish, she jumps off and hurries off to work on another section of the him, going inside to fix it.
She could see Russias bland and boring grey room, and she couldn't help but smile.
Redecorating time.
A few hours past, and Fiji had taken the time with her men to turn the Russian's room into a Fijian paradise filled with vibrant colors. The walls lined with bamboo. even a small coconut bra hanging on the wall beside the poster of a Hula-Girl. there was also a tropical coconut tree growing in the pot in the corner of his room now.
Fiji folds her arms and smiles, nodding in agreement with her work.
"There we go, everyone deserves a little piece of paradise... Alright, lets get back to work." She mutters and turns and they leave once again to go and do their work.















