You strain to control the trembling of your hand as you grip the handle of the blade against his throat. Why the dictator seeking to invade your country, Yakov Igorevich himself, asked you to shave him is a mystery. But one thing is certain, you're not in a position to refuse; You are a spy, and you are pretty sure that he's well aware of it.

You freeze as he hums, the vibrations from his throat, covered in soap and foam, pressing against the steel gripped tightly between your fingers, sending a shiver through your body.

His voice drops low and deep.

"Careful, doll."

His eyes stay closed as he sinks back into his imposing chair, calm and unbothered. For a brief instant, you imagine what would happen if you slit his throat right here, in the center of his office. The guards stationed at every corner would kill you without a second thought, obviously, but… would your country finally be free? Would your family be safe at last?