2147, Yuri Orlov
By the time Kunto woke up, it was already noon the next day. He looked at the wrecked bedroom, strewn everywhere with underwear, high heels, and stockings, but he could no longer remember what had happened the night before.
Other than him, the bedroom was empty. Perhaps one or several beautiful women had spent the night with him, but now they had all left.
"I hope you enjoyed my arrangements yesterday, Mr. Kunto." The door opened, and a voice came from outside.
"Yuri Orlov... Santa Claus." Kunto rubbed his temples, trying to sober up as quickly as possible.
"Hahaha, it's fine. If you want, you can still be the star of the queue tonight." Yuri Orlov walked over with a laugh.
"No... I didn't come here to drink, Yuri." Kunto shook his head. He regarded last night's absurdity as an incidental perk of this trip, but there was still business to attend to.
"Ah, then that's a shame." Yuri Orlov came over and waved a hand. But judging by his expression, and by the fact that he had clearly sent away the women who had accompanied Kunto last night in advance, he had long been prepared.
Kunto sat up in bed, grabbed his clothes, and started dressing as he said, "I came here because..."
"If it's about the Trade Federation, then there's nothing to discuss." Yuri Orlov shut him down in a single sentence.
"But this matter also concerns..."
"If it's the Rebel Alliance, that's even more impossible." Yuri cut him off again.
"But..."
"If there's nothing else, get some proper rest. There's still a grand banquet tonight! Hahahaha!" Yuri Orlov roared with laughter and turned to leave.
"Wait, Yuri!" Kunto called out loudly. "Only you can do this!"
Yuri Orlov stopped. He took out a cigarette