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, you have absolutely no idea. 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 when he hums, the vibrations from his throat against the cold blade resonating through your entire body as he speaks in a low and deep voice.

"Careful, doll."

His eyes are closed as he leans back in his imposing chair, and you can't help but wonder what would happen if, at that moment, you decided to slit his throat right in the middle of his office. His guards would kill you, that's for sure, but... Would your country finally be free? Would your family be safe at last?