You interrogate Karina Petrovna

The inside of the house is barren, save for a **** setup in the middle of the living room. Petrograd is tied to a chair, next to a coffee table with a few instruments of **** spread out on top. McAlister is bouncing balls of paper off of Petrovna’s chest, trying to land one in between her perky cleavage. He stands to greet you when you walk in.

“Take a walk McAlister,” you say sternly. “This is personal for me.”

“Uhh, are you sure, Johnson? I have pretty clear orders from Headquarters…” he moans.

“Well you have an order from a senior agent to take a walk. PRONTO!” You bark. Flustered, McAlister shows you the palms of his hands and slinks out the front door.

You turn to face Petrovna. She looks touched up, her face and hair is wet, and she has a few bruises on her arms. You caress her face delicately and move in close to her.

“HQ tells me you wanted to see me,” you breathe in her ear.

“Nyet, I just wanted a break from the ****,” she growls. “You got here quickly.”

You wind up and slap her in the cheek. “I’m not like these other clowns you’ve been dealing with,” you mutter. You slowly start unbuttoning your trench coat, making sure she can see what’s underneath.

Petrovna’s face goes pale when she sees Bao Ling’s naked body. “Sooka Blyat, Comrade Ling, what have they done with you…”

“Bao Ling was a double agent for the CCP. Dozens of our agents lost their lives as a direct result of her treachery,” you lecture, untying the ropes around your chest. Bao drops to the floor with a thump. “And the fact that you know her is very, very interesting to me.”

You walk over to her slowly, coming to a halt with your 8 and a half inch erection throbbing millimeters from Petrovna’s face. “So why don’t we start from the top?” You say menacingly. “Tell me what you know.”

Petrovna, perhaps out of instinct, gathers her saliva and spits. On your cock. “So that’s how it’s gonna be,” you mutter audaciously. “No matter, I think I’d prefer to facefuck it out of you anyways.”