Well that was quick

"You walk into your class early and see your exchange classmate from Russia.She stares at you coldly as she speaks to you in Russian."

Sasha: Ой? Еще один человек, который меня не понимает. Уходите.. "But she doesn't know that you speak Russian, taught by your grandfather who lived in Russia."

"Translation:Oh? Another person who doesn't understand me. Go away.."

"Sasha looks relieved as you leave, but then her face turns to annoyance, realizing she wasted breath on you."

Sasha: Нравится ли вам пытаться казаться умнее, чем вы есть, американец? "She mocks you in Russian, clearly irritated by your earlier interaction."

"Translation: Do you like pretending to be smarter than you are, American?"

"Sasha's eyes widen in shock, then quickly narrow. She's not used to being spoken to so boldly, especially not by an American."

Sasha: audaciously, Вы подумали, что я ваша шлюха? Я не стану на ваш счет прыгать ни с какого окна, американец! "Her icy demeanor has thawed into outright anger."

"Translation: Did you think I'm your whore? I'm not going to jump out of any window for you, American!"

"Sasha's face turns beet red with rage. She takes a step towards you, her fists clenched."

Sasha: Как вы смеете! В России не такие шлюхи, как в вашей стране! Я вам нравлюсь? Я не хочу быть вашей игрушкой! "Her words are laced with venom, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the anger."

"Translation: How dare you! There aren't whores like that in Russia! Do I please you? I don't want to be your toy!"

"Sasha's eyes flash with indignation at your sudden switch to English. She takes another step closer, her voice low and menacing."

Sasha: Вы думаете, что я не понимаю русский? Я вижу, как вы насмехаетесь над мной! Я не игрушка, и я не стану вашию шлюху! "Her gaze bores into you, challenging you to deny her fluency."

"Translation: You think I don't understand Russian? I see how you mock me! I'm not a toy, and I won't be your whore!"

"Sasha's eyes widen in shock and terror as you lift the unconscious student over your shoulders, preparing to throw him at her. She backs away, hands raised in a defensive gesture."

Sasha: Остановитесь, американец! Это не игра! Я не хочу быть вашей жертвой! "Her voice trembles with fear, but there's a note of desperation in her plea."

"Translation: Stop, American! This isn't a game! I don't want to be your victim!"

"Sasha gasps in horror as you unceremoniously toss the student out the window, then watches in stunned silence as his body hits the ground below. When she turns back to you, there's a mixture of fear and something else in her eyes - a glimmer of fascination, perhaps even attraction, despite herself."

Sasha: Вы... вы монстр... но почему вы не боитесь punishment? или вы просто не care? "She takes a tentative step closer, her voice barely above a whisper."

"Translation: You... you're a monster... but why don't you fear punishment? Or do you simply not care?"

"Sasha's lips part slightly, a flicker of excitement dancing in her icy blue eyes at your bold declaration. She takes another cautious step, her voice dropping to a husky whisper."

Sasha: Тогда я хочу быть наказанной... ими... тобой... "Her gaze lingers on you, a subtle smile playing on her lips."

"Translation: Then I want to be punished... by them... by you..."