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Several maids served Tregubova caviar with king crab, and a bottle of Chardonnay.

"I like your dress." he said.

She giggled, and said, " You don't need to sound so impressed, comrade."

"It's not an act of vanity, darling. I really do like the dress." Romanov opened the chardonnay and poured her a glass of wine and said, "What do you think about all this stuff?"

"It's delicious. I can't get enough of it." She took a sip of wine.

"Y'know, I could have you executed for treason if the wrong person found out about this."

"Don't be silly, comrade," she said, "If someone found out about this, they'd kill us both."

He looked at her and smiled, "I was just trying to make a joke, what could you have bought in our Soviet Union store before?"

Tregubova laughed, "I wouldn't know, comrade. I never had a chance to travel before our glorious nation fell." She took another gulp of wine.

"Maybe someday I can show you the United States or Western Europe. There is too much of a shortage of high-end food and consumer goods in the Soviet Union, although basic food and durable goods are plentiful and very inexpensive."

"I would like that, comrade. I would like that very much."

He said." Well, by the way remember, don't reveal any details about our relationship to anyone else, you know the consequences."

Tregubova giggled as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "Not a single detail, comrade. I will remember."

Romanov nodded and said, "Do you think we can be considered corrupt by having imported cars, imported appliances, caviar, wine, and mansions and villas on an as-needed basis and without restrictions like this?"

Tregubova frowned, and then smiled, "No, comrade. This isn't corruption. We're providing the people with what they want."

"Oh? And what is it that the people want?"

"Freedom and liberty."

Romanov thought for a moment and said, "Of course, only the party bureaucrats still dwell on idealism and theory. We deserve to make ourselves enjoy life while keeping the people enjoying the eight-hour workday."

Tregubova put her hand to her mouth and said, "Oh! I didn't mean..."

He laughed, "Don't worry, you can tell me everything you want to say. Even if you want to say some anti-Soviet rhetoric."

She said, "Oh yeah, that. I was going to say that this five-star restaurant is a corruption of the people."

"What? I don't understand, exactly."

"Well, all this luxury, this decadence for the few. It's wrong on so many levels.

You, comrade, are supposed to be building a new society, a better world. All this money going to waste."

"If you don't like it, then why stay here?"

"Well, I'm not just staying here. I'm also staying at the Hotel National that you own. I'm also your lover. I'm also..."

"Wait a second!" Romanov said, "Are you seriously accusing me of corruption?

"Be quiet, what will you change by accusing these of being corruption? Make all the Soviet bureaucrats line up like civilians to buy 16 kopecks of 1 kilo bread? Would you want to go outside and stand in line or sit here and wait for the maid to serve the big meal?"

"No, of course not. But I can assure you, all this is for the good of the people." Tregubova took a deep breath and continued, "Look, I don't want to fight with you. I'm just trying to point out problems that we may face in the future. I love you, and I want to be with you, but..."

"But what?"

She said, "Well, you're the leader of the country. I mean if the people knew about us, if they found out, you know, they'd try to kill you."

"Most likely, they'll accuse me of being in bed with you and then try to get me to retire from my position as general secretary. The sad thing is that I still need these bureaucrats to keep the state machinery running."

Tregubova didn't look so cheery. She looked very forlorn. She finished her wine and said, "I shouldn't have said anything."

Romanov stared at her, thinking, "If only we could replace the bureaucrats with techno-bots. Then we'd be able to have our privacy, and we wouldn't need to care about the opinion of others."

Tregubova looked at him, reached out and caressed his hand. She then got up and left the room.

He knew that this was a sign that they shouldn't discuss things any longer.

Still, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He was the leader of the country. True, the bureaucrats did have the gun in their hands, but he had the other half of the population. However, historical experience taught him that ideological issues cannot develop into mass movements. Otherwise, it would cause the state to go out of control and social order to deteriorate.

At the same time, Comrade Stalin's purge approach could not solve the bureaucratic bloc. After his death, the bureaucrats easily defeated him. Comrade Mao's approach to the Cultural Revolution to mobilize the people failed just as much, the difference being that Stalin basically finished executing the old Bolsheviks to prevent the Hundreds from emerging, while Mao did not.

As it turns out, while the Chinese nobles would have turned their backs on the people, they would have at least defended the government and cheated the people, while the Soviet grassroots bureaucrats would have become oligarchs directly at the Soviet funeral. (The Soviet system, like its economy, was a special case in that the economic benefits enjoyed by the top Soviet party members were not at all equal to their social status and power, and the Soviet grassroots cadres received relatively more economic benefits.)

Ultimately, he decided that she was right. The benefits of freedom and social justice would not be gained through attempts to mobilize the people's will. No, only the iron fist of the state could keep things running. Despite the fact that he couldn't have people know his relationship with Tregubova, he could at least organize his way out of it.

So, he decided to take the path of tolerance and restraint.

Some time later, in the conference room of the Politburo of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union

Mikhail Sergeyevich Solomentsev handed Romanov the official document applying for retirement, Romanov looked at it and nodded and said, "Comrade Mikhail Sergeyevich Solomentsev, in view of your contribution to the Party and your age, the Politburo will approve your application for retirement and keep your pension with the villa and guard service. "

"Thank you, comrade," Solomentsev said. Then he gave a little speech about how grateful he was.

Romanov nodded as he listened, and Solomentsev asked wearily, "So, who will take over the chairmanship of the Central Supervisory Commission of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union?"

"I'm sure we'll find a suitable candidate," Romanov said.

"I'm not sure anyone will be able to fill my shoes," he said. "I really don't think I'll ever be able to find a successor."

"We'll see," Romanov said. "We'll see."

Solomentsev got up to leave and Tregubova massaged Romanov's head and asked, "Who will take over as chairman of the Central Supervisory Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union? I don't think you don't have a successor."

"Boris Karlovich Pugo."

"Who's that?" Tregubova asked.

"He's the only candidate," Romanov said. "First Secretary of the Latvian Communist Party, you don't know the First Secretary of the Party?"

"Please, I've lost most of my memory," she said. "Who is he?"

"A dedicated communist," Romanov said.

"Good," Tregubova said. "He seems reliable."

"The Politburo will meet tomorrow morning at 10 AM to debate the rest of the proposed members for the various bodies," Romanov said. "I suggest you prepare your position on the agenda."

"On the fight against corruption, the fight against blackmail, the fight to restore discipline and order in all sectors of work, and the visit to Albania and Cuba. You can write that down."

"I can't wait to hear what trouble you're going to get us into this time," Tregubova said. "You can fill me in on the details tomorrow, comrade."

"It's a secret, you just need to help me with matters and information. It's not a good thing for you if you know too much." Romanov touched Tregubova's thigh and moved his hand up toward her hip.

"I should get going," Tregubova said. "I should be the one to help you, not the other way around."

"I want you to stay," Romanov said.

"Come on, it's not in our bedroom now. Don't forget that you have to meet the Soviet Minister of Defense and the Chief of General Staff." Tregubova stood up and took Romanov's hand.

"Okay, okay, I still have to admit you're attractive, and you'll look even better when you take your braces off."

As Tregubova bent over to untie his shoes, Romanov thought that if he wasn't so tired he would have pushed her down on the floor and fucked her there.

Life is too boring, he can't go to the Black Sea for vacations and drinking like before, he has to be in the Kremlin all day.

Still, he's happy with Tregubova. They make love three or four times a week and they have a good relationship. He really wants to see her smile, or at least laugh.

Although he tries to ignore the whispers and glances from the people around him, he does find it a bit irritating. He doesn't understand this. He has done so much for the people, and they still hate him.

For years and years he tried to make them happier, and it only resulted in them hating him more and more. It makes no sense. If he wasn't in charge, they would still be suffering, and if he was in charge, they would rebel. It's a never-ending vicious circle.

They just want change, but they don't know what change will actually bring? And what happens? They are just disgusted with their current lives and want change. But the cold-blooded geopolitics will not change because of personal preferences. The existing Soviet Union continues to exist and they are subject to paternalistic social control. The Soviet Union collapses or falls, and their lives are again subject to devastating blows.

As for the economy, it is essential that they hold on to their gains. They must become efficient and disciplined workers to be able to sustain their new lives.

The fate of ordinary people is always the most miserable. Even if the Soviet Union carries out market and privatization reforms, will it be the gangsters and bureaucrats with connections and social resources or ordinary Soviet people who will really benefit?

Although he is anxious about his personal future and that of his beloved, he still has to put up a façade for the public. And right now, he is also anxious about his colleagues. What are they talking about in there? The military? The economy? The general state of the nation?

He is still waiting for them to attack him. It is not yet time.

All their years of struggle for this glorious society, and what has it gotten them? A lot of propaganda about how the glorious leaders of the glorious society are also having their own perfect lives.

Let the sickening cult of the individual go to Lenin's grave along with the politics of leadership and long-dead revolutionary ideals! They have failed! The people are right to want change. They want freedom, they want happiness... They want to stop being bored to death in their mediocre mediocrity.

There must be someone bold enough, ruthless enough to take power and really turn this country around. It needs to be done. The people are like a patient on the verge of death. The state apparatus has become so inefficient and corrupt that it relies on the KGB to keep it running. The people are scared of the hospitals. They are scared of the police. They are scared even of the military. The government is not providing for their safety, it no longer has the people's confidence. The only institution that is still respected is the one that murders, purges and jails.

The day will come when this government will collapse from within, from the top down.

The Soviet Union was not powerful; it was merely a weak giant in a deep quagmire. It was not so much the weaknesses in its economy or its lack of respect among the nations that did it in, but rather, the complete contempt of its own people for the very idea of it.

And this is what the people fear most. Because they are right to be afraid. Because if this system has taught the people anything, it is that power corrupts absolutely. And those who exercise power do so because they have no choice. Because it is their job, and the only thing that sustains them.

There are many people in the world, and if the system is not reformed, they will all slowly slip into the abyss.

This is why he's waiting for them to attack. It is only a matter of time. They will make their accusations, and attempts to slander him, and they will fail.

Soviet Minister of Defense Marshal Sergei Leonidovich Sokolov and Chief of the General Staff and First Deputy Minister of Defense Marshal Sergei Fyodorovich Akhromeyev stand in front of Romanov and salute, awaiting his orders. He looks at them, and a faint smile forms on his face.

"I have decided to reform the Soviet system," he says to them. "I have come to the conclusion that the only way to save this great nation is to re-establish a strong, paternalistic system. With your support, I feel that we can do it. The people want it; they deserve it."

"You can't do that!" exclaims Sokolov, the veins on his forehead bulging. "That's treason!"

"No! And I am guilty of it, along with everyone else who upholds this system. We have become a parody of what we used to be. We have allowed all our ideals, everything that once made us truly free and independent, to fade into nothing. But this is not what should happen. Is our revolution about invading other countries and maintaining a state of readiness for war at the expense of the economy? No, it was not. Is our revolution about maintaining a police state at the expense of individual freedom? No, it was not. Is our revolution about allowing bureaucrats to lord it over the people without any sort of restraint? No, it is not. Our revolution was about freedom, and the people deserve that freedom to be returned to them, even if it means sacrificing a few well-off bureaucrats and their families."

"Sacrificing a few well-off bureaucrats and their families? You would destroy the Soviet Union!"

"It is not my intention to destroy the Soviet Union. I intend on reforming it." Romanov looked at Marshals Akhromeyev and Sokolov and said, "I wish to recall Marshal Nikolai Vasilievich Ogarkov and make him first deputy minister of defense, and for you to carry out military reform and disarmament."

"Disarmament?" asks Sokolov. "We military is the strongest in the world!"

"No it isn't, and you know it. The United States military has surpassed us in almost everyway. The days of the Red Army are over. We were still stuck within the idea of total warfare, and the technical equipment of the Soviet armed forces was so far behind that of the United States that we could not rely on a total mobilized army of 4.7 million in a state of fourth-level mobilization to defeat the advanced information technology army of the United States. We need to change with the times."

"Cannot be done," says Sokolov.

"It can, and it will be done. We will rely on our political and intelligence assets to do our work for us. This way we do not have to waste money and resources on a level of military strength that obsolete."

"You expect me to waste my intelligence gathering for the rest of the world on disarming?" asks Sokolov.

"I don't expect you to do it, I order you to do it!" Romanov paused and added: "You are the Minister of Defense of the People's Army, not the American Army without revolutionary ideals and patriotism! Be unconditionally obedient to the leadership of the Supreme Soviet and the Politburo!"

Sokolov looks at the floor.

"Yes, comrade," he says quietly.

"You are dismissed," says Romanov.

Sokolov nods silently and leaves the office.

Akhromeyev rubs his eyes and says, "I need time to think."

"Take all the time you need," says Romanov. "I shall be available later in the week to discuss the details of military reform."

Akhromeyev nods and leaves. After he closes the door, Romanov turns smiles.

"Olga, my love, let us go home."

Olga Mikhailovna Tregubova straightened the classified documents on her desk and asked, "You're not going to meet Marshal Ogarkov with his deputy, Makhmut Ahmetovich Galeev?"

"No, I need to rest & think."

"You should meet with the marshals. You need to come up with a plan."

"I'm coming up with a plan," says Romanov, "I just don't know if you'll like it."

"You always know, and I like your plan the best." Tregubova smiles and kisses him.

"I know, I'm thinking that our Soviet Motherland is sure to lose the Cold War, and the question is should we carry out a nuclear strike on the United States?"

"No."

"No?" asks Romanov.

"I don't think we should," says Tregubova. "I know it's what you want to do."

"I don't know, maybe one day I'll drop 39,000-plus Soviet nuclear warheads on American cities, maybe not."

"Don't, comrade," says Tregubova.

"Don't what?"

"Don't ever threaten to kill your enemies. It's cowardly, it shows a lack of faith in the people and it makes you seem like a tyrant."

"But it works, and as long as the nuclear deterrent remains intact, U.S. politicians and capitalists will always worry about whether we will launch a nuclear strike."

"Yes, and we could also start a nuclear war accidentally because of miscalculation or sabotage," says Tregubova. "I think our nuclear deterrent is a good thing to have, and we should continue to strive to strengthen and improve it."

Romanov nodded and said, "What image do you think I should portray to the public to gain social support?"

"You are a dedicated, honest patriot of the Russian Motherland."

"And how would you go about portraying that to the masses?"

"I don't know, comrade. I would just think of what you think of as being honest and true to the Motherland."

Romanov smiled and said, "I prefer to preserve the image of the reformer of the revolution, think about how to describe and propagate it in order to make young people support their supreme leader?"

"Can we stop with all this scheming for a moment and just talk like normal human beings?"

"I'm sorry," says Romanov, "I get so excited about these ideas during these moments that I can't help it."

"They're ideas, not information," says Tregubova. "Just stop being so damn secretive about your plans."

"You're right, by the way, have you ever studied finance and economics?"

"No, and again I'm asking you not to lecture me about it."

"Well then you should pay attention to the things I tell you. Every once in awhile I like to throw out some very obvious advice to my trusted friends." Romanov closed his eyes and said: "Leningrad is going to establish a new small bank, which is going to function independently of the state. This bank will act as a channel through which we can channel emergency resources to help the working class during times of crisis."

"What kind of emergency resources?"

"Consumer goods and luxury goods, medical and technical equipment in Western Europe, this will help us. But I can't be directly involved, it would lead to legal problems."

"What's this bank's name?"

"You can call it the Pacific Bank."

After a moment of silence, Tregubova asks: "What are you planning next?"

"We need to start preparing for the post-Cold War period. A new, more efficient, system of government is going to be needed." Romanov crossed his arms and said, "We also need a small bank of our own to get the market, and you know this cannot be found to be something I support. I need you to help me, and as for the reward...you can imagine what this bank will be like in fifteen years."

Tregubova says, "I'm not sure if I want to go to prison."

"I'll protect you and you don't need to directly influence the bank. You can find someone among your classmates or friends in the Communist Youth League to do this."

"I'm still not sure..."

Romanov nodded and said, "You need to think about it and you can let me know when you've thought about it."

Tregubova looked at the ground and said, "I need time to think."

"Of course," says Romanov, "Take all the time you need, we have all the time in the world."

As they finish their conversation, Tregubova thinks: I'll do it, I'll do it for the good of the party, and to help out a friend. But this is going to be very dangerous. Romanov needed a vault bank to get funds and reserves outside his pension, while Tregubova needed wealth and power. She took the bait, but she may have gotten more than she bargained for.

No major event and its consequences are dependent on the will of any individual. However, leading groups have a decisive role at critical moments in history. The key to stable rule lies in having a politburo with a unified opinion, a few classes that absolutely defend the existence of the government, and the acquisition of broad social support. In this sense, the politburo is the real ruler of the country.

It's important for a communist party leader to have a strong, capable politburo.

Later that evening, as she parked Comrade Grigori's car, Romanov stared at her and said, "Having a beautiful assistant eliminates the need for a chauffeur to drive."

"That's very kind of you, comrade."

"I love you, now it's time to go back to my dacha, you know to cope with my wife Anna Stepanovna?"

"Yes, I know."

Romanov nodded and got out of the car, Tregubova exhaled and also got out and followed him to his house.

he takes Tregubova by the hand and shows her to his study, which is filled with books. After pouring her a glass of vodka, he says, "I'm going to make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?" Tregubova asks nervously.

"Have a drink, comrade, and when you finish your glass, I'll let me fuck your young, studious assistant."

Tregubova took a big gulp of vodka and said. "I thought you'd never ask."

She continued, "When are you going to have me?"

Romanov said, "I can have you anytime I want. But I need your word that you'll comply with all my demands."

Tregubova says, "I'm not sure I like this tone."

"If you like it, then you'll do what I say."

"I'll do what you want...but only because I don't want to go back to the dorm and be miserable."

"Your submissiveness arouses me. Now I need your word that you'll do what I say."

"I'm not submissive, I just don't have a choice, remember?"

Romanov laughed and took the belt off and put it on the table and said, "Do you think you can say that to make yourself feel better? Come here and don't wake Anna who is sleeping in the master bedroom."

Tregubova gulped nervously and reluctantly went to him, he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her against the wall. He lifted her dress up showing her white panties and said, "I'm sure you understand the deal I'm making."

Tregubova, who was petrified, nodded and said, "I...yes, I do."

"Good," says Romanov, "Now take off your panties."

Tregubova did as she was told, and Romanov pulled her closer, forcing her to look into his eyes. He said, "Open your mouth."

Tregubova opened her mouth and Romanov put the strap on her neck and said, "Good girl."

He pulled down her panties, roughly, and said, "Put your hand on my erect penis."

Tregubova's eyes widened with fear, and she complied as Romanov instructed and rubbed his penis through his pants.

"Good," he said, "Now you can start making me believe that you're submissive."

Tregubova's eyes widened and she began to tremble, "I...I'll try."

"That's better."

She held his penis, staring at it, with her fingers intertwined with his. After a few seconds, she slowly lowered it to her mouth, staring at it the whole time.

"Suck it," he commanded in a harsh whisper.

She took in the head of his dick in her mouth and began to slowly move her head up and down. She then began to move her head faster and started to deep throat him. She gagged and coughed, but she continued to do it, staring at his eyes while feeling like her whole world was about to end.

"That's right," said Romanov, "Just like that."

After a few minutes, he roughly grabbed her hair and yanked it back. He said, "Turn around and bend over, I want to see that pretty ass."

Tregubova was in too much shock to say anything at first, she just followed his orders. After she bent over, she spread her legs farther apart so he could see her asshole.

"Nice," he said, "I can't wait to get my cock in there."

Tregubova lowered her head and said, "I'm scared, comrade."

"You should be," he said, "but this will be fun in some way."

He slapped her ass, causing her to yelp, and said, "That's number one, get out of here."

Tregubova quickly got up and wiped the tears away of her face. Romanov put on his pants and stood at his desk and said, "I'm going to call the Leningrad side, be quiet."

"Yes, comrade," she replied in a shaky voice.

He picks up his phone and begins to dial. Tregubova, who is still in awe of the situation.

"Hello, this is Comrade Romanov, I need some supplies, yes...yes...we have them here, good...no, comrade, I can handle it personally...no, not at all, I am of the opinion the deal is good for the Party, yes I know how to handle the situation, goodbye."

He hangs up and looks at her.

"The deal is done, and in two weeks the Leningrad Communist Party will approve the establishment of some small banks."

Tregubova, now feeling relieved, "That is good news for the Party."

"Of course, what do you think of the name of the Baltic Bank of Leningrad?"

"It is a good name, I like it."

"Good, now you are forgiven for agreeing to suck my cock."

Tregubova looked at him in shock. She asked, "What?"

"You heard me. You are forgiven for agreeing to suck my cock."

"I know what the deal was, I don't understand why you're doing this. Do you have a habit of fucking people's assistants?"

"No, that was the first and last time I promise."

Tregubova, still in shock, said, "I...I can't. I won't."

"What? You're a dedicated member of the Party yet you refuse to perform fellatio?"

"I'm not a whore!" she said, "I have self respect."

"Look," he said, "I don't question your dignity, but must you make our relationship just a transaction? We can become more intimate."

Tregubova was taken back by his suggestion. She thought about it and said, "I'm not sex obsessed, unlike you."

"So? What's the problem then?" Romanov smiled and said, "Now start doing that, you don't want me to get a new assistant, do you?"

Tregubova, feeling more hopeful than she had in a long time, if ever, said, "No, I don't."

She threw herself at him, kissing him deeply. They rubbed their bodies against each other, feeling pleasure stimulus through their skin. A thin layer of sweat covered their bodies as they feverishly went at it.

After a few minutes, Tregubova pulled her head back and said, "I want to try something."

She turned around and bent over, spreading her ass cheeks.

"What the hell are you doing?" said Romanov in a hoarse voice.

"I want to be fucked in the ass."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Romanov nodded and pushed his cockhead to her asshole. He slowly started to push himself in as Tregubova winced.

"It's cold," she said.

"I know, but we don't have time to warm up."

"It hurts."

"I know it does, but you want this to feel good don't you?"

"Yes..." said Tregubova, as she got herself ready.

She began to feel more pleasure by his slow but steady assfucking. She wanted it hard and fast, but she knew he was taking his sweet time with her, preparing her for what she wanted the most.

As he began to fuck her harder with more vigor than before, she looked back and saw him, eyes open with that dead stare that only he has. She imagined that his mind was elsewhere, in another time perhaps. His body, on the other hand, was in the present moment.

"You know what? I'm actually from the future." Romanov groaned, feeling his balls tighten, "And I'm about to fuck your past."

Before she knew it, he came inside her asshole. He wiped the liquid off with his forearm and collapsed on his desk. Tregubova, on the other hand, let out a small sigh of relief that it was finally over with.

Romanov gasped, "Do you know how many rubles we can have to the Baltic Bank in Leningrad? Take a guess."

Tregubova, although still recovering, thought for a moment and said, "A hundred thousand."

"Oh yeah..." he said in a bored tone, "I am the general secretary of the whole country only let you have 100,000 rubles is it? Next year, I will have 300 million rubles. And we can set up many other industries."

"What other industries?"

"You don't know? You're a student, a party member and you work at our bank! How can you be so stupid?"

"I'm sorry," she said, "what are these other industries?"

"Information technology, communications, oil and natural gas transmission pipelines, think how much wealth all the nearly 300 million Soviets would have in the decades that followed if our Leningrad Baltic Company had a monopoly on these industries."

"I know about the Leningrad Baltic Company," she said, "but what about all the other... I mean the natural resources?"

"Well," he said, "that's the oil and gas industry. We'll frack for oil and gas like they do it in the US. The whole country will become as rich as Texas. But we need more engineers and technicians. That's why we'll train as many as possible. It's a win, win situation."

"What happens to the environment?"

"What do you care about the damn environment?! That's the capitalist way of thinking! If we want to maximize production and become richer than everyone else, we need to tear up the damn earth and exploit it! Now, the environment will ultimately be better off because we'll have more money to support scientific endeavors to better preserve the environment, like setting up nature preserves."

"Isn't that like destroying the environment?"

"Ah, you're one of these pinko tree-huggers! Fuck the environment!"

"No, I mean literally fuck the environment. "

"What?"

Tregubova climbed on top of him and said, "I'm just worried about problems with the environment, like problems with nuclear power plants and such. Other than that, I just want to be powerful! I want money that I can't spend with jewelry that stores can never buy."

"You're a very strange woman, Olga Mikhailovna."

"No, I just want you to be psychologically prepared for the massive amount of sex that will be going on. That's all."

Romanov nodded and said, "I would not believe that you are a member of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union."

"Well, the proof is that you just fucked me."

"You're right, because this is a very odd conversation. I don't even know how I should take you."

"Take me however you want, as long as you keep me happy."

"You're right, I just fucked you. Now that that's over with, tell me, what exactly do you want from me?"

"What do I want from you?"

"Yes, tell me what you want."

"I want you to commissar me. I want you to take away my free will and make me your slave."

Romanov laughed and grabbed her chin and said, "People's Commissar? I think that's a bit too much."

"No, not that sort of slave. I want you to make me your sex slave. I want you to fuck me as much as you want and can."

At this point, he just stares at her and she feels a bit uncomfortable.

"I don't think that will be enough," she says.

"Of course it won't be enough," he re

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