- RUSSIA: It’s a short list, Latvia. Two things we don’t allow in here. What are they?
- LATVIA: Dogs and your sister.
- RUSSIA: That’s a very short list, isn’t it?
- LATVIA: Yes, but...
- RUSSIA: What?
- LATVIA: You were quite insistent that an exception be made.
- RUSSIA: But I’m not to be trusted, am I?
- LATVIA: No, sir, but...
- RUSSIA: Stop. Shut up. I have to go, but if I find one single dog hair when I get back, I’ll rub sand in your dead little eyes.
- LATVIA: Very good, sir.
- RUSSIA: I also need you to go buy sand.
- LATVIA: Yes, sir.
- RUSSIA: I don’t know if they grade it, but… coarse.
Because I was good! *whimpers looking up at you obediently, licking my lips as I watch you your cock at eye level* I can make you feel good sir. I kept my pussy tight just for you, please sir. -💖💖