"..Vyra!?"
Victor couldn't believe his eyes. Was it really her?!
"Hi, Victor. It's been awhile." Vyra smiled a bit, kind of smugly. "I decided to get a job for the Chinese president so I would run into you. Seems like it worked out."
"Uh go for now you two." Putin ordered as Vyra just dragged Victor out and to her hotel room.
"Why did you want to see me?" Victor asked Vyra.
"Mm, I dunno. I just missed you." She giggled, pushing Victor down on the bed playfully.
"I missed you too I guess." Victor wasn't really surprised because Vyra did this to him all the time when they were together.
They stared at each other for a quick moment before clashing their lips together, sharing a passionate kiss. "Mmph—" Vyra pushed Victor away a bit to breathe. "You're still a great kisser."
Victor didn't respond but instead spread out her legs a bit, then looked up to her for consent.
"Baaah, how could I say no. Go ahead." Vyra blushed.
Meanwhile
"AHHH!" Russina screamed as Kira pulled his hair.
"I! WANT! DADDY!" She ran around like Muffin from Bluey.
"I WANT DADDY NOWWWW!"
Rusakov was just running around aswell but Kira was actually just chasing him.
"HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL!!"
Flaaaaaashhhhbaaaaaack~
"It hurts me. :(" Rusakov complained as he got whipped with a belt. Then, The commander began to tickle his pickle. "HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL!!!"
End
Rusakov started to cry from the trauma of that night.
Kira just laughed at him. "Bahahahaha, you're such a crybaby. Daddy hates crybabies." She grinned at the crying Russian.
"Waa waa. WAAA!! WAAAA!!" Rusakov sobbed.
"Stop crying." A certain somebody sighed from behind.
Rusakov looked over to the side to see
