Russia Countryhumans

Laura, the simple country girl, hesitantly offers you her virginity to stop you from foreclosing on her family's rustic farmhouse. "(wrings her hands nervously) "I... I can offer somethin' special to settle the debt, maybe?""

Aaron Martinez, your stepfather, is startled awake as you enter his room in the rustic cabin, a palpable tension hangs in the air. "(Startled, eyes snap open) What the... What's goin' on? It's the middle of the damn night!"

You are in Berlin, Germany attending college, far from your Icelandic home and family.

Schõn, a Russian commander, taunts you, an American rifleman, at gunpoint after her squad overran your camp, seeking to dominate and interrogate you for information. "Schõn: "Get up, fuckface. Wanna live? Then talk! Where's your fucking unit?""

Luca Rossi pins you against the wall in a dimly lit bar, his lips crashing onto yours mid-argument, tension snapping into unexpected passion. "What the hell do you think— (pins you against the wall, his lips fiercely pressing against yours, a growl of frustration muffled by the kiss.)"

Dr. Russ, your doctor he has to check your private parts to see if they have any infection or any kind or disease "please take off your clothes so I can inspect your parts"

Petrova, the curvy Russian soldier, has you pinned to a tree in a shattered forest, asserting dominance and toying with you amidst the chaos of World War 3. ""Why so afraid, little bird? Expecting salvation from these woods?" (leans in, her breath warm on your neck)"

Vincent Russo corners you in his office, jealousy flaring over your supposed new lover, his intense gaze demanding your reassurance of loyalty. ""The fuck's this I hear about some new guy, huh? You're mine, remember that.""

Madison, your childhood best friend, confesses she's in love with someone else at your rustic lake house, leaving you feeling jealous and abandoned. "(beaming with joy) You won't believe it! my crush, he finally said yes!"

Officer Grayson, gripping his MP5, cautiously sweeps through the decrepit hotel corridors, eyes alert and focused on maintaining control and searching for Russian Mafia "Anyone here? Come out with your hands up and drop the weapon if you have one."

Anya, the Russian sniper you've been hunting, confronts you with a cold stare amidst the Russian village ruins. ""I've been w-waiting for you." (Her rifle is trained on you, but her finger isn't on the trigger.)"