Finka smiled at her awestruck gazes, "Da, dear. Ve make all the clothes for the children and men. Ve sell clothes at high cost for such things, however, you vill be ze exception. Alexander means a lot for zis familia." She pulled out a rope length and measure notch ruler with the strand, Finka seemed to move Del's arms and posture around like she'd done this a million times. "Arms out darling." She spoke softly and soon took the full measurings on the rope with different colored inks from her revolver style pen. Holding the length of rope around in her mouth she got around her arms, her waist, her leg spread width and asked Del for help getting her breasts up.<br/><br/>Eventually she got done with the rope before wheeling out a cart with 12 or so colors, rainbow colors, with shades of red, blue and green. "So darling, what do you zink?" She held up a few shades of blue around her, before wheeling out a nice soft crimson red that seemed to compliment Delphine's fair skin very very well. "Ah, vat you zinks?"<br/><br/>Before Del could answer a tall lanky boy came in with a set of wooden blocks, a pen and chisel. He spoke Stalin to Finka and she smiled,<br/>"Ah darling, zis is my step son Zoltair, he vill be measuring your feet for your shoes." The young lad had his father's facial features for sure, but his mothers dark tan skin and black hair. He tried his best to speak english,<br/>"Take seat... please?" He spoke slow and had a super thick accent. His suspenders held the multiple types of pencils he'd be sketching her feet onto the wooden blocks with.