EXT. RUSSIA, SOLENSKI PLAZA, 3RD FLOOR � NIGHT
Out in the outskirts, near a railroad, a still in construction
building is being occupied by GEORGI LUCHKOV, a LARGE, RUSSIAN
GENERAL along with his THUGS.
Some people were confused why they were being shown this.
TALL THUG is in the middle of a brutal beating on NATASHA
ROMANOFF, a SLEWING, FOXY, UNBELIEVABLY SEXY SPY. He BACKHANDS
NATASHA'S face. She feels the pain, but does not breakdown.
LUCHKOV, smiling, walks up to her. Dialogue is in RUSSIAN.
Some people audibly gasp. Who would do that? Why would they do that?
LUCHKOV
This is not how I wanted the evening to
go.
NATASHA
I know how you wanted this evening to
go. Believe me, this is better.
LUCHKOV
I'd like to know why they sent you to
carry out a carrier, a stained glass
and other random items.
TALL THUG rocks her chair back, balancing her off the edge of an
open floor. Natasha is now scared.
NATASHA
I thought General Soholob was in charge
of the export business.
LUCHKOV
Soholob? Your reputation is quite a
progression. THE FAMOUS BLACK WIDOW.
Nothing but a pretty face.
"Famous?" Sirius asks. His question goes unanswered though.
NATASHA
You really think I'm pretty?
There were many cries of 'yes' going around the hall, making a small smile form on Natasha's face.
LUCHKOV slowly walks over to a table filled with tools. He picks
up a pair of pliers. TALL THUG opens up her mouth wide open.
LUCHKOV
We do not need the Lermontov to
transfer the tanks. Tell him, well,...
(IN ENGLISH)
You may have to write it down.
Suddenly, WEASELLY THUG'S cell rings. Confused, he answers.
WEASELLY THUG
Ya?
(looks at LUCHKOV)
It's for you.
LUCHKOV takes the phone, pissed.
LUCHKOV
Who the hell is...
AGENT PHIL COULSON
You're at 114 Solenski Plaza, 3rd floor.
We have an F22 exactly 8 miles out. Put
the woman on the phone or I will blow
up the block before you can make the
lobby.
"Wait, how does he know that?" Asked a random first year. Fury goes to reply "It's his job to know."
HOLY SHIT. LUCHKOV places the cell phone against Natasha's ear
seeing how she's tied to a chair with her hands tied behind her
back.
AGENT PHIL COULSON
We need you to come in.
NATASHA
Are you kidding? I'm working!
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