"Isaac...is that...a sketch of a note?" Asked Birger.
"Yes. A 500 Finn note." Replied Isaac.
"Why...are you sketching that? Wait..." Birger asked again.
"Yes...exactly what you're thinking." Said Isaac.
"Wait...but isn't copying money bad? Isn't it something the Knights don't want us to do?" Asked Birger.
"Weren't you going to join Anees in making fake shoes just now?" Asked Isaac.
Birger went silent, realising that Isaac had a point.
"Look. Why work for him...when we can it ourselves?" Asked Isaac.
"I'm not so sure about this, Isaac..." said Birger.
"Look...remember what Grandpa said? "Always keep the fire of revolution in you stoked?" Asked Isaac.
"But this is not revoltion! This is not what Grandpa meant! This is bad! We'll end in...what's that place called...a cell! We'll end up in a cell!" Yelled Birger.
Isaac slowly walked towards the desk in his room, inspecting the sketch he had made.
"And what's your plan anyway? We're going to paint them one at a time or something?" Asked Birger.
"Birger. Who's the expert designer?" Asked Isaac.
"You." Responded Birger.
"Who's the expert printer?" Asked Isaac, as he slowly approached Birger.
"Me." Responded Birger.
"And who has the printing press?" Asked Isaac, as he stood face to face with Birger.
"...Us." slowly responded Birger.
There was a small moment of silence between them.
"We've spent most of our civilian lives wasting away on this printing press...why not directly mint money? And...wasn't this note made by a person anyway?" Said Isaac.
"...Okay." said Birger hesitantly.
"Good. I knew you'd listen. Now...I'll give you a rundown on...how this note is. Follow me." Said Isaac as he led Birger towards the old writing desk in the house.
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They were sitting side by side, as they stared at the 500 Finn note, placed on the writing desk, illuminated by a candle.
"The Finn is at least a decade old by now..." said Isaac.
"Why does that matter?" Asked Birger.
"Because in that time, this is a very well protected note." Replied Isaac.
"What does that mean?" Asked Birger.
"All the security features on this note." Said Isaac.
"Se...curity? Wait...how can a note have security...only a person or a place can have that...right?" Asked Birger.
"No...look here...each section of the note is drawn with a very specific ink of different shade colours, different patterns for each little detail, an embossed 500 denomination at the bottom right, a lemon ink watermark, the lines are drawn in such a way that if not looked at correctly, they get super imposed on each other, and there's a random serial number with different sizes for each and every letter." Explained Isaac.
"Woah..." said Birger, clearly overwhelmed by all the info dumped on him.
"And all of this to make sure that no normal person can replicate it. But...I'm no normal person. I'm an artist." Stated Isaac.
"Um..." said Birger in a worried tone.
"Don't worry, I'll be doing the drawing, I think tomorrow we'll go ahead with the printing and you...get some sleep." Said Isaac.
Birger just...listened to him...and went to his room. As Isaac put on Grandpa's glasses, brought the candle closer to him...and began sketching.