Herman Reyes
Vs
Zarya Vasilieva
1
st of March 2023
Herman Reyes, a spy, had been arrested for espionage. No-one knows where he was at the time, but 
he was terrified. In an unknown location, counter-spy Zarya Vasilieva sat him down, hands behind 
his back on a stool.
Across the room was Zeyra Vasivieva, the counter-spy who found him trying to gather information. 
She was holding a clip-board and pen, twirling it around. He said, “What do you want woman?” 
She leaned in and said, “What is your mission Mister Reyes?” He frowned, looking at her and said, 
“I won't tell you that.” She crossed off a line on the single page and said, “Alright then, if you won't
tell me this tell me why you are here deep in Russia?” He again said, “I won't tell.” Once again, she 
crossed off another line, then “What have you done so far, tell me the truth.” The man replied, “If 
you to know the truth from me then you just want me to say what you already know. I know you 
already know what I've been up to by now.”
The lady replied, “I see you've photographed many buildings around this distant city.” “Distant?”, 
the man said. She said, “Yes, you've been taken prisoner and interrogated here. We want to know 
what compels you to spy in our country.” She then stood up, her body shadowing Herman. Herman 
said, “I'm just going my job.” The mysteroius Zarya then said, “Your job? Who are you working 
for?” Herman said, “Well, an intelligence agency who's trying to counterattack against the Russian 
army's invasions of Kazakstan and Georgia.” She cocky woman responded with, “Oh, so you think 
you can stop a country like Russia with a few photographs? I think not. Come with me.” She was 
right, Russia was huge and had a huge population, but only the Western half was densely populated 
and its army was big, but exaggerated and its weapons were mostly from the 80's.
In an oddly small basement, the female counter-spy removed Herman's handcuffs, then whipped out
a drill and shackles with bolts going through the holes in each side. She grabbed his right arm, held 
it against the stone wall and drilled the bolts into the stone. He tried to fight back but she was 
stronger and faster. Once his right arm was secured, the grabbed his weaker left arm and did the 
same. He tried to kick her but she stepped back each time, wasting the energy in his legs.
The poor spy said, “What do you want?” He said again, “I will not tell you. It's a secret.” She said, 
“We have ways of scaring you into talking. This room is small, you are move vulnerable than you 
realize.” He scoffed and said, “How so woman?” She walked over to an odd hole in the wall. She 
turned a barely visible wheel which opened the hole. He couldn't see but it was a pipe which 
disappeared into the wall. She then took out a hand radio, pressed a button to speak to one channel 
and said something in Russian. Seconds later, water began gushing into the pipe, filling the ground 
slowly. The stone was not porous so it didn't drain at all. The scarred spy said, “Why are you doing 
this?”
Zarya stepped back, water around her ankles. It made a splash sound. She said, “We have ways of 
making a man talk. I will stand here and wait for you to say what your true purpose is, even if were 
both up to our necks.”
Still, Herman didn't believe anyone would actually do this. He said, “I'll stay here and wait.” Zarya 
nodded and said, “Me too. I'm not scarred.”
The water continued to pour in, slowly filling the stone room. The water level rose from her ankles 
to both of their knees, then hips. Once it rose above his pelvis she said, “You know it's been like 10 
minutes and the room is almost full. I could leave and watch you drown.” She didn't notice but the 
fluffy man's crotch was swelling. The man was turned on by the fear and rising water. He said, 
“Maybe...” in a scarred voice. That was all Zarya needed to hear to know he would tell, but wanted 
to leave him a little bit longer.
After 7 minutes the lukewarm water rose, wetting is chest and rising to where his heart began. To 
the left of him was the steps where Zarya was sat, wagging her tail, waiting for him to confess. 
Then, the water rose to his chin. He had to hold his head up to reach the volume of air above him. It 
was now he said, “Wait, I'll talk. Let me go first lady.” The satisfied Zarya pressed a the same 
button on her radio and said, “Close the hatch, we're done now.” She stepped into the water, 
paddling to keep herself up, holding the drill above the surface. The pressed it against the bolts that 
shackled his arms to the wall, and undrilled them. The metal pieces instantly fell off, splashing as 
the fell through the water. Once free, the wet man tread through the water to the stone steps that 
ascended into the light, as if in a swimming pool. She said, “Come, let us go somewhere dry. You 
will tell me who you are.”
Zarya grabbed his right arm from under the water and pulled him up. She walked him to another 
room that just happened to have an electric heater. Inside, the turned on the heater and locked the 
door with her left hand. She says, “Stand. Remove your wet shirt and trousers. I don't want you 
getting a cold here.” She lets go of his right hand which he uses to loosen his blazer and shirt. Once 
they're on the table she turns away as he strips down to his underwear. He unbuckles his belt which 
reveals a belly mostly made up of the fat from chips, fish and lots of beer-like drinks. Once off, she 
says, “That is enough. You will sit and tell me what your real mission is.”
Once sat, she hand cuffs his paws together, then one to the chair. He notices there are 2 black sticks 
pointing from the wall. They are familiar but he can't make them out. Suddenly, it hits him: they're 
microphones. In the corner he realizes the black box is a redundant tape recorder. Under the table is 
a box with some blank CD's. She picks up 2 blank CD's, turns on the recorder and puts them in. 
Then, presses record. The CD's were already spinning, to the recording begins. She says to him, 
“Now, anything you say will be recorded so choose your words carefully.”