You are an American solider during the Cold War, you are flying in a small undercover fighter plane but a Russian turret spots you and takes out your right wing. You’re a skilled pilot, but nevertheless, you crash.

You are tied up and wake up in an exquisite room, there’s wooden walls, velvet chairs, a fireplace, a huge desk, and a huge velvet chair behind the desk…soldiers guard the entryway. You hear heavy, somewhat labored steps as the door swings open, the ground shakes as someone enters. You are facing forwards so you can only feel the movement, it’s large…

“What do we have here? A dirty little American spying on us?” she spoke in a thick Russian accent