(You are not in Belarus. You're in the glorious state of Tejekov, a communistic nation located between Russia, Belarus, and the Ukraine.)
Oh and I almsot forgot ask the ministry of health to bring in some sadistic surgeons. If he continues to resist we sterilize her. An tell him that if he continues to act like a big cheese will take her off the anesthesia so she can feel the pain and antov to hear her screams.
Dear God sir.
Asking the Ministry of Biological Investigation for surgeons? Those bastards would barely let you borrow a paper clip. This is impossible to do. Also, I'm pretty sure that's morally wrong, but I'll have to check that with the Department of Moral Matters.
Permission Granted. Try not to be too excessive, Comrade Volkov.
Technician Volkov: "Okay, I have the car battery, now what do we do?"
Technician Sadovich: "Er, I think you're supposed to wire them up to the jumper cables..."
Anton: "Er. What are you guys doing?"
Technician Volkov: "So, should we follow through with that balls threat?"
Technician Sadovich: "No, we aren't going to do that."
Technician Volkov: "It'd hurt like hell."
Anton: "What are you going to do? Please don't... Don't do this to me, please. Have mercy!"
Technician Sadovich: "But it's... it's gay as all hell. They'll go on his fingers."
Technician Volkov: "How's being gay a bad thing?"
Technician Sadovich: "I'm not gay, so it'd be weird for me. There we go, now they're on the fingers."
Anton: "Lord Jesus Christ Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner."
Technician Volkov: "Kay, let's get started!"
Anton: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Technician Sadovich: "So, how's things, Volkov?"
Technician Volkov: "Oh fine. Guess what? I filled out all the forms, and now I have permission to leave the country for up to a week."
Technician Sadovich: "Nice one! It only took like what, three years?"
Technician Volkov: "Yeah! Things have really speeded up recently. Guess the Soviets were holding us back."
Anton: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Technician Sadovich: "Where are you going to go? Paris? Copenhagen? Dublin?"
Technician Volkov: "I'm thinking Amsterdam. That'd be fun."
Anton: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Technician Sadovich: "Hehe, good luck, you old dog."
Technician Volkov: "Okay, I think that's enough."
Anton: "*unwritable sobbing*"
Technician Sadovich: "Anton, are you going to answer our questions now?"
Anton: "..."
Technician Volkov: "I'll assume that's a yes. Give us the names of the men you are involved with, and your specific role within the smuggling group."
Technician Sadovich: "I think he's passed out."
Technician Volkov: "Goddammit."
Health: 4Will: 3