Last Night, somewhere in the Soveit Union

The Soviet Union secret police were in my house. I was a reporter from Georgia ( the country ) and we had to walk to their headquarters over all this snow. I could tell they were suspicious of me. When it seemed like I was in the clear, something dropped out of my backpack, a pair of snow goggles. The leader didn't believe me when I said I didn't realize I had packed them. He kept asking why would I need snow goggles. He and his men ordered me pack to my house. I got their first, realizing they would use any excuse to kill me, I tried to make sure there was nothing out of the usual. But I did have a draw full of money. Then there was a women. It was her money, she had made it from stripping. We knew they could use this against us...make up some story. The men arrived and found the money. I thought about hiding it behind my mirror, but realized hiding something would seem like I was guilty of something. The men didn't believe her about how she had made the money. The leader kept screaming about conspiring against the state. He pulled out his gun and was shouting at her. I thought about escaping, all their attention was on her. But I couldn't. He was about to shoot her and I had to make a move. I tackled him to the floor, all his men were screaming but his second in command seemed to take control. He picked up up and ordered everyone out, including the leader. Apparently we were safe.