Commander: **shaking**

Tashkent: Well well well, looks like you are in a sticky situation comrade Commander.

Commander: O-Obviously! **shaking**

Tashkent: Hmm......I could make a deal. You have two choices; A. become OURS forever, or B. Enjoy the nice cold Gulag for the next few years.

Commander: Just kill me already!

Tashkent: You don't have a choice, comrade Commander.