Drevlian: Could you like not attack us anymore? Like we know we killed your husband but you know
Olga: Give me three pigeons and three sparrows from each household and we'll call it even
Drevlians: *gives three pigeons and sparrows*
-later-
Olga, giving her soldiers the birds plus little cloth pouches with sulfur in them: Alright you fucks, tie these to the birds' legs and then light them on fire and watch em fly
Olga, on a hill watching the Drevlians' houses burn thanks to the birds flying back to their nests in the houses which was just fuel for the fire: Ah, nothing like a fire at night
