In Soviet Russia, Balalaika plays You

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(is it renaissance? idk my art history/styles anymore)

Balalalalalalaika

Commission art by @hadalydesigns

— Balalaika in Black Lagoon: The Second Barrage #24 The Gunslingers

Some close-up shots of Balalaika from Black Lagoon, mostly with her cigar

Rebecca had quite the questioning look. “Huh? What the hell’s she want from you now again..? Do you-” “Us.” Said Rock abruptly whilst turning towards Rebecca. Rock’s answer didn’t really answer anything. Rebecca’s questionmark expression resembled now an enigma of a jigsaw puzzle. She found a pretty clear way of expressing her feelings to him. “Huh?” “She wants us both to get over to her place in Malory street.” “Oh.. Well.. Now?” “Yeah. She told me to get our asses over there as quick as we can. That’s really all she said. She hung up quickly after that.” “Oh.. Uh.. Fuck? I don’t fucking know! Get your ass in the car dammit.” Revy then got up and started pushing Mr. Japanese towards the exit. He didn’t exactly enjoy that. “Yeah yeah. Hey! Don’t push me around like that!” And like that, without notifying the rest of the crew yet, the two took of in the companies trade mark car. The 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner.

Balalaika waited till the Lagoon’s Plymouth Roadrunner screeched into the loading bay before picking up the dead man’s phone. She smiled into the dial tone as a young, foul-mouthed woman got out, cursing Balalaika’s name down the empty corridors before vanishing into the building, followed by her companion. Balalaika cut the call off before it could be answered. Now, she thought, the calvary’s here.

Let’s go kick more asses