"Is that all?" she repeated.
"Certainly. Strip and move along, Comrade." The nervous little man appraised her lecherously, she thought.
"Then I must keep some of my own clothing," she told him.
"Impossible. I have my orders."
"I am a woman."
"You are a volunteer for the Stalintrek. You will take no personal property—no clothing—with you. Strip and advance, please."
Sophia flushed slightly, while the men behind her began to call and taunt.
"I like this Stalintrek."
"Oh, yes."
"We are waiting, Comrade."