Captured for Interrogation

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"I'm watching my figure as well," he said. "Let's go." Yeltsin escorted them to the car and they drove to an out of the way ware house.
 
Alexis smiled and memorized everything, just in case she needed it. She held Nikolai's hand openly and she even kissed him in front of Yeltsin.
 
Yeltsin sat down at her desk and had her men bring in two hard, uncomfortable chairs. "I see you remember your time here," she said, smiling wickedly. She turned on the TV. "I want a full explanation from you two, and it had better match the video."
 
"It was a ploy, see, to protect her," Alexis said, slowly, as if she was speaking to a child. "Nikolai and I decided it was the only way. We know how you treat unsuccessful missions. And, we didn't exactly have a BDSM hostel on hand." She kissed Nikolai's cheek. "Ain't that right, Rusky?" she asked. She rubbed his arm.
 
"Though our bedroom is getting close," Alexis added, smiling. "Anyways, Lydia agreed to this on her own free will. Nikolai had me pan the camera over to just him, so when he fired, you wouldn't see the 'death' of your daughter. The gun had no rounds in it."
 
"Okay," she said, watching the video. "I think it adds up. I don't think I can just let you walk out of here though. I want to see what my dear student's woman is willing to sacrifice before you help me take my husband."
 
"What exactly are you suggesting, Yeltsin?" Alexis asked bluntly. "Give it to me nice and honest, I don't like beating the bush." She crossed her arms.
 
"I want to see if you, a twiggy, little American can hold up to one day of Russian training in here," she said.
 
Alexis thought for a while, contemplating, weighing in the pros and cons. "What would the benefit of me going through this be? As in, what would me and Nikolai get in return?" she asked.
 
Alexis appraised the woman in front of her. "Would you be able to convince your husband to leave Nikolai alone?" she asked.
 
"I see. I could do the job for you," Alexis said, steeping her fingers together. "All I'll need is a gun and an escape plan."
 
"That would be appreciated," she said. She leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I want to see what it is in you that captured my protege's eye.
 
"So. I stand a day under Russian torture, and you get a dead husband. Seems like a fair deal," Alexis said. She smiled. "Oh there's several things Nikolai found that he enjoyed."
 
"I don't doubt it," she said. "Boys, take Nikolai to his old quarters and see to it that he wants for nothing. You, strip," she barked to Alexis. "We put you up in a special cell tonight."
 
Alexis smiled and she kissed Nikolai. "I'll be fine, Rusky, see you soon," she said softly in Russian. "I love you."

Turning back to the Russian woman, she began undoing the corset and soon stepped out of it. "I suppose you want me to hand over my weapons as well?" she asked.
 
"If you would be so kind," she said. "I'll have hem returned." she offered a foot locker for her to put everything in.
 
Alexis smiled and placed her dress, SIG Sauer, boots, and her bootknife in the locker, making sure everything was nice and neat.
 
"Nice choice," she said before handcuffing her. She led Alexis over to a cell with a solid door barely bigger than a closet. Yeltsin hooked her arks to a hook on the ceiling and stuffed her ears so she couldn't hear. "Have a good night," she said, shutting the solid door and leaving her in the pitch dark.
 
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