The Russian audience goes berserk realizing the dancers of the 'American Dance Demon' have breasts! Unlike the slim girls of The Bolshoi. Each dancer is a sultry, 36C, greeneyed brunette, identical in every way. As General Chenkov starts cheering, the enthusiasm is contagious. When they shyly move forward the men in the first rows are treated to a naughty peek under short hemlines. Excited nipples protrude through silk. The dancer's don’t know it yet, but their European tour has just been sidelined. Chenkov has their passports and he wants these women — which becomes evident during the next performance, when Andrea advances to the edge of the stage and instead of a curtsy, she lets her costume float away so she’s standings naked before threethousand admirers. All of them military. She exits the stage, with the Stage Manager questioning the move as she follows her into the dressing room. “Just trying to get my passport back,” she explains bitterly. “Play along. Give him what he wants and you'll get your passport and be free to leave. It’s the only way.” And so the wild odyssey begins!
