Old crackhead Grandma'

As soon as the wolf stepped in, he didn't face what he was expecting at all. Quite the opposite. All right, he had his past and he has seen all the worst places of the woods suburbs. He actually knows how to get by on the streets. But that was so much unexpected that he barely stutter any word. On the sofa, clearly high, Grandma with sunken red eyes and a pale face. On the table and on the floor, tons of bottles, pot and a very strong smell of weed. "Hey you, you're not the little fucker! Where is my wine? Have you brought the damn wine at least?" - Said Grandma This might not be the most succulent meat, but hey I might got into something even better - thought the wolf in between nauseated by the lost meal opportunity but greedy by his new idea. "Yo grandma, got your wine and if you listen to me we might even have something better than the wine." "Oh shut up you furry rat, shut your big mouth and pass me that bottle." - ranted Grandma. "Listen dumb junkie, the little red fucker is coming over. She's packed with cash from her mother. And wine as well. You know how much wine we can buy with all that golden coins?" "Oh so the teeth are not the only sharp thing you have!" - Replied Grandma starting to grab the idea. "So, here is the plan:"