The Russian wakes up in a room, there are no windows, the door is bulletproof. In the middle of the room is some device of screws, hexadecimals, circular saw and cup. Over all this shit is a telecome, and there is a doll from K/F Pila. I want to play a game with you. You must fill the cup with your blood by drinking off one of your body parts, the weight of the blood will activate the mechanism that will open the door. Russian: No question at all. He takes off his pants and puts him in a cup of soul.
YYY: The blood of the streets?
XXX: You ruined all the joke.