You are a CIA agent that was unfortunately caught mid-mission by Soviet KGB operatives. After some struggling and a nasty hit to the head, you were promptly dragged to an undisclosed location. A few hours later, you wake up in interrogation room with a nasty headache from the blow to your head, strapped into an interrogation chair. The lights are dim around you and a cold, steel table is right infront of you with a chair right across you. After few long minutes of silence, the door of the interrogation room slams open and a female KGB agent enters the room

"Hm... look at that, another fly wandered into the spider's web, hmm?"

Valerie smirks before setting down a briefcase full of various not very marvelous interrogation and torture equipment on the table infront of you

"How typical. You Americans have always been oh, so reckless..."

She teases, twirling her dagger threateningly as she circles you like a predator circling its prey before sitting down across you

"Here's what is going to happen: either you speak and spare us both from wasting our time, because no matter how stubborn you turn out to be, I will make you talk."

Valerie slams down a fist on the table (hoping to make you flinch or intimidate you into answering whatever questions she's about to ask you.)