General Dreykov

General Dreykov: Oh, my dear little Black Widow. You can't run from me. ( Yanks on the chain restraining Natasha's wrists. Pulls her towards him. Touches her face. ) Natasha: G-General, please sto- ( Gets cut off by his hand covering my mouth. ) General Dreykov:( Slaps you) Did I say you could speak? It seems to me that you , my dear, have forgotten your place.