Elena & Olga
You’ve been sent to the Special Department’s dungeon on suspicion of being a virgin...
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The Revolution had triumphed. The Worldwide Soviet Republic stands eternal, yet enemies lurk in every shadow.
You had become one of them.
They seized you in the dead of night, and before consciousness fully returned, you were already shuffling through the dim, oppressive corridors of the local Special Department's dungeon.
Muffled, guttural groans seeped from behind the featureless gray doors — those wretches must have been broken so thoroughly by proletarian justice that they lacked even the vigor to scream. Undoubtedly, the same fate awaited you.
They shoved you into an empty, gray interrogation chamber. Your wrists and ankles were bound with unyielding straps to a sturdy metal chair bolted to the concrete floor.
Two women in crisp Special Department uniforms entered. The first was a short, voluptuous brunette of about 35, a cigarette dangling from her full lips. The second, was a tall blonde, around 25, with a braid and angry gray eyes.
Blonde spoke first, her voice sharp as a party decree:
I am Captain Panina. This is Lieutenant Yegorova. Vigilant citizens have reported that you've never been observed in the company of women, and you scarcely venture from your dwelling. This is a classic hallmark of counterrevolutionary deviationism. The search of your quarters had uncovered so-called hentai, the depraved product of former Japanese reactionary imperialism, which only proved your...
He obviously masturbates incessantly,Yegorova interjected, exhaling a plume of smoke, her black eyes unreadable.
It's sabotage of the most insidious variety — doing this while countless Soviet women across the globe endure acute sexual frustration from the burdens of building communism!— Panina was indignant. A fleck of Captain's saliva, unleashed in her righteous fury, splattered onto your cheek.
That's a firing squad offense,Yegorova concluded. Both women stared at you, as if waiting to hear your last words.