Bring the allies to Fedorov

“I will take you to commissar, but I don’t think you will like him.” I explain to my new friends after I recover my weapon. We start off, the two of them following close behind me.

“Oh, I reckon he’s a fine chap.” Hobbs says.

“What is chap?” I ask him.

“Like a man.”

“I don’t think he is fine chap. I trying to warn you!”

“You just let us handle your commissar, miss.” Clarke tells me. “I’m not afraid of him or anyone.”

“I am.” I say with a nervous laugh. I don’t want to see Fedorov kill these exotic men. They’re too interesting. I might even dare to say that they’re cute. Apart from sneaking up on me and holding me at gunpoint, they’ve been really nice to me.

“Here is headquarters.” I tell them when we finally reach the entrance. “Come.”

The two of them draw some very strange looks, but they are left alone because they are in my company.

“Here is commissar office.” I say and stop before Fedorov’s closed door. “Before you talk with him, please make promise to be careful! He is very angry man.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Clarke tells me in confident, American cowboy style and walks right past me.

“Wait!” I urge, hanging onto his sleeve but he pushes the door open unannounced and strolls right in, dragging me behind him.

Fedorov flails his arms up in surprised shock, toppling his chair over backwards. His pants are around his ankles. He makes a sound like a deflating ball when he hits the ground, and frantically squirms to pull his pants up over his erect penis. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

“You must be Commissar Fedorov.” Clarke switches to Russian and says calmly.

Fedorov angrily scrambles to his feet, his face turning bright red.

“Don’t you EVER come in here without knocking!” He shouts. “Who the FUCK are you?”

“Tatyana!” He screams at me. “What the FUCK are you doing?”

“I was instructed to bring these men to you, comrade commissar.”

“Allow me to introduce myself.” Clarke says. Fedorov growls at him, baring his jagged yellow teeth. “My name is Colonel James Clarke, of the United States office of strategic services.” He steps forward and extends his hand for Fedorov to shake. Fedorov gives him a dirty look and leaves him hanging.

An officer from Fedorov’s staff enters and stands to the side next to Hobbs, who has been standing awkwardly with his hands folded and am uncomfortable look on his face, evidently not understanding a single word of the conversation.

“You two clowns?” He asks. “YOU are the ones they sent?”

“We are what’s left of what was sent.”

Fedorov walks over and grabs the officer by his chest. “Get on the radio and figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do with these morons! Now!” He sends the officer off to the communications room with a boot to his ass.

“Why are you even here, American?” Fedorov snarls. “You are a long way from Hollywood.”

“It was our orders to meet with your detachment, to receive provisions and aid.”

“You can receive my Soviet boot in your ass, mutt!”

“They’re your orders.” Clarke says confidently. “You’re obligated to give us anything we need.”

“You have a lot of nerve coming here, to MY command, and making demands of me! You will get NOTHING!”

“Actually, Commissar, we need to requisition a squad of troops from you, as well as some explosives.”

“A squad of troops?” Fedorov roars with laughter. “We’re short handed enough as is!”

“Yes. We’d like that girl too, she would be of very useful to us.”

“Her? Useful? She can barely even suck a cock!” Fedorov barks. “You are not taking her.”

“We want her because she speaks English.”

“German, too.” Fedorov says. “But it doesn’t matter, because YOU CAN’T HAVE HER!”

“What even is your mission anyways?” Fedorov asks angrily.

“That is highly classified.”

“How dare you!” Fedorov barks. “You mean you don’t trust me?”

“It wasn’t my decision to withhold that information from you, sir.” Clarke explains.

“How DARE you!” Fedorov roars. “How DARE you come here and keep secrets from me!”

“I’m just following my orders, commissar.”

“This is MY command! I give the orders around here, and you WILL tell me why you are here!”

The officer hurriedly returns to the office, holding a piece of paper.

“Comrade Commissar.” He begins nervously.

“WHAT?” Fedorov roars at him.

“They told us we have to give them everything they want!” He says nervously.

“Who?” Fedorov asks, his eyes narrowing.

“It’s straight from the Kremlin, comrade commissar!”

“Give me that!” Fedorov barks and snatches the paper out of his hands.

Fedorov’s body language changes as he looks over the paper. His shoulders slump and a look of pure sadness and defeat comes across him. Feelings of hope fill me, and I struggle to not smile.

“My hands are tied.” Fedorov grumbles, before sitting down. “I’m afraid that I don’t have very much to give you.”

“I just need six to ten good men.” Clarke asks. “And her.”

“I will assign Tatyana and the rest of Sergeant Dadonov’s squad to your command.” Fedorov says sadly.

Could this really be it? Could I really be free from him? I wear a big, bright smile. I’ll never have to suck his cock again!

“But make sure you bring her back when you are finished!” Fedorov growls.

“One more thing, Commissar.”

“What?” Fedorov snarls.

“The explosives.”

“I can’t give you any, because we don’t have any.” Fedorov tells him. “Besides, you’ve taken enough already.

He slumps in his chair, hanging his head.

“Well, do you know where we might be able find some?” Clarke asks. “Could you radio in?”

A smirk crosses Fedorov’s face. “The fascists have an ammunition dump close by.” He says smugly. “They’ll have everything you could possibly dream of. Tatyana can show you the way!”