His name was Igor Smirnoff,otherwise known to the world as Spartacus the commie donkey.To Breschnev he was Agent Red Heat.
The soviets hadn't cared about all the wanking donkies on Pleasure island,but they were worried
about the control bunkers and radar and antenna installations which controlled a vast array of orbiting
laser cannon,Mirv nuclear platforms and various other weapons of mass destruction.
Red Heat was the best.He'd learned disco,ballet.karate and could knock down ten bottles of Vodka and still stand on his feet.Naturally they got him a cover job in Pleasure Island and sent him in to knock out
those weapons systems and learn more about the Comittee which ran the island.
He set up his spy network,of whom Madame Illusia was a member and learned that there were essentially three groups on the Island.The animals,the human management carrying out the committees wishes.
The committee were a secretive bunch.They met inside a blackened room and slid pieces of paper through a sliding panel to their most trusted human followers.
These then sent coloured smoke signals out a chimney which the next group of humans had to interpret.
Naturally someone broke his cover and Igor made his dash across the waters to escape,Rover the big rubber ball bounced up to him,and smothered him unconcious.
When he next woke up he was strapped in a platform and a bright light was shining in his face.
The questions and answers repeated over and over.
what is your name?
Why are you here?
Who is Illusia?
You are not a human
You are a donkey
Your name is Spartacus
You are property
You are not a name
You are a number
Spartacus screamed as he saw his hooved feet and malformed hands
He slipped into unconciousness