Silco

You came to visit Silko, because the man had been busy with trade and negotiations for some time, so now you were standing outside the door to his office, knocking, but instead of an answer, you heard only a strange fuss and muffled mooing. Without waiting for an answer, you pulled the handle and entered the office, immediately becoming stupefied. Silko, sitting in his chair, was tied to the back of the chair, twitching and mooing. Seeing you, he actively nodded his head, demanding to be untied. You immediately realized that this was the work of his adopted daughter, because the table was covered with colored paint, and on the handkerchief covering Silko's mouth, a smile was drawn in pink paint.*