Knock on Fedorov’s door

I’m standing outside of Fedorov’s door, wondering if I really have to do this. It’s hard to be a good friend. I take a deep breath, step forwards and knock.

“Who is it?” Fedorov barks through the door.

“Tatyana.” I say with a sigh.

“Ooh!” He perks up in excitement. “I was not expecting you, come in!”

I open the door and walk inside. Fedorov looks at me eagerly, leaning over his desk. He puts his cigar down. I neatly pile my gear against the wall before approaching Fedorov and standing before him.

“Are you ready to give it up?” He asks eagerly. “Have you had enough?”

“I like my new job.” I answer. “I’m here for another reason.”

“What?” He asks in surprise. “What reason?”

“Do you remember Sasha?” I ask him. He looks at me blankly for a moment. “The girl I came in here with. Aleksandra.”

“Oh yes.” Fedorov remarks. “You want to have a threesome with her?” He chuckles.

“No, Ivan.” I say.

“Then why are you even talking about her?” He asks.

“I think she might be pregnant.” I explain.

“Pregnant!” Fedorov pounds his desk. “From who?”

“A farmer.” I answer. “It happened a few days before we joined.”

“And how is your slut friend my problem?”

“I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?” He asks me.

“Just get her out of here. Back to Soviet territory. Home.” I say.

“I suppose I could put her on a truck going out there. We send them out that way from time to time.” Fedorov suggests. “But if you want me to clean up your little mess and use valuable resources, then it will cost you.” Fedorov says firmly.

“She can have her baby right in the infirmary she works in!” Fedorov jokes. “That is, unless you strip off all of your clothes and let me fuck you over my desk.”