Bring her into Fedorov’s office

“Aleksandra!” Fedorov says as we enter his office. “Very nice to see you!”

“Likewise, comrade commissar.” Sasha responds nervously.

“You know, Tatyana and I use our first names.” Fedorov says to her informally. “You can call me Ivan.”

She freezes.

“Why did you have me bring her?” I ask. “Is it time for her to go?”

“Soon, Tatyana.” Fedorov answers. “But only after the two of you do something for me.” He laughs before reaching for a cigar.

“What is it that you want us to do, comrade commissar?” Sasha asks.

“I think Tatyana knows!” Fedorov says, pointing his cigar at me. “Why don’t you tell your friend what I want?”

Sasha looks at me nervously.

“I think he wants you to…” I say before pausing. “To give him a blowjob.”

Her eyes widen and her jaw drops. Fedorov cackles loudly before breaking into a coughing fit. He gasps for breath and wipes his sweaty forehead with his sleeve when he recovers.

“I want both of you to give me a blowjob.” He says. “It would be… very nice.”