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the
main guard, ran and punched Otto in the face. Hard. Otto blanked out. But his safety was still on.
    The commotion
nudged Anna back out of her mind bending assassination plot. She was fully
awake in about 87.6 seconds and wondered whether the nightmare had ended. She then
noticed the unconscious Otto sprawled under Mika.
    “Madam are
you alright? Did this man hurt you?”
    “Yeah. I
think I am ok. A little bit drunk though.”
    “Ma’am do
you know this man?”
    “No. He said
some strange things about a weapon.”
    “A weapon?
Don’t worry ma’am. We will extract all information within the hour.”
     
     
     
    President
Anna Petrova ordered the guards to start interrogating Otto then and there,
right in her room. The guards had suggested calling in the bigger guns from the
FSB, but the President had been adamant. She needed to know first-hand. The
Russian public and world leaders had often assumed/accused her of being soft
and lacking experience. So she really wanted to see one of these things in
person… see an old man spill out his bloody guts. A sort of an initiation.
     
     
     
    Fifty
minutes into the torture session, Anna pleaded with her guards to stop. She just
couldn’t take it anymore. The so called new torture technique was unbearable.
Even the Pacquiao-Mayweather bum fight had been more interesting than this ‘session’.
The insane new technique was an assault on her senses and an insult to the long
line of Great Russian torturers.
    Over the
years, Russian torture techniques had evolved beyond the cutting off of pinkies
and testies. Plus these days, it was getting harder to get people to clean up
the remnants of these sessions. Those Tajiks and Uzbeks had suddenly gotten ‘better
offers’ where they could ‘set their own schedules’ and instead of just cleaning
up, were invited to get ‘intimately involved’. The FSB blamed it on globalization.
    So the
Russians had pivoted to drugs. Synthetic reliable drugs. The latest statistics
from the FSB suggested that, on an average, a torture session utilizing Russian
methods improved the happiness of ‘victims’ for as long as six months. This translated
into improvements in their productivity, family life, job performance (even if
anti-Russian) and a lowered blood pressure. When the effects wore off, the
plunge in wellbeing motivated over a third of the former ‘victims’ to come back
for another confession. In contrast G-Bay had a return rate of like 0.01%.
    The drug induced,
painless and practically side-effect free interrogation had turned out to be a
snooze. After the first 5 ml, Otto was singing like a canary.
     
     
     
    Apparently,
Otto’s dad the scientist Martin Fuchs had lead Hitler’s VW program. It was some
sort of a plan B, wherein the Beetles would destroy the world one cramped leg at
a time. In the last days of the Great Patriotic War, General Rokossovsky had
captured their labs and research facility located north east of Berlin. After a
few tense hours old Roko under Herr Stalin’s orders had the scientists and
their families hauled back to Moscow.
    Herr
Stalin had looked at their Beetle design and felt it was completely gay. He had
then forced the entire VW team into a secret bunker under the Kremlin and
ordered them to work on an ultimate doomsday weapon. It was the fall of 1945 and
nukes were already so passé.
    Stalin’s order
was simple: “Prototype or Purge.”
    Being
Stalin’s ultimate secret, with his death, all knowledge of the secret VW team had
been lost.
    And now
after almost seven decades this ultimate doomsday weapon was ready. Apparently.
    Was the
prototype ready? No, the weapon itself was ready.
    What was
the weapon? Otto wouldn’t answer that.
    What was
its potential? Otto wouldn’t answer that either.
    Who was
running the program now? One of the other scientists’ sons, Mueller.
    Can the
Russian president use this mystery weapon? Not yet.
    And why
the HELL not? The President had to go down with Otto into