Trump is lost in his hazy memories.
It's all a blur. November 2013. He's in Moscow for his Miss Universe beauty contest. There's a knock on his suite. Trump answers. It's a young and sexy Russian girl. Trump scowls and grabs her crotch.
"Come in," he grumbles. He knows he won't be able to perform. All the methamphetamine has rendered his member completely useless. But he doesn't want to admit it. He figures an ultra-aggressive groper would never be seen as impotent.
"Take your clothes off," Trump tells the girl. She obliges. "Get on the bed." She does as she is told.
Trump flamboyantly opens his robe, revealing his flabby paunch, festooned with wispy blond hair, and miniscule penis. He throws the robe aside, lays on top of her, and gyrates to no avail. While it's all for show, little does Trump realize that there's a hidden camera in his suite and the girl is only 13 years old.
When the Russians reveal the video's existence to him a few months after the Miss Universe pageant, Trump is scared. They threaten to release the clip to TMZ if he doesn't do their bidding. Trump tells them their wish is his command. They tell him to wait.
About 18 months later, Trump receives a message from his Russian blackmailers: "Run for president." Trump does as he's told.
It's all a blur. His consciousness shifts back to the present. Trump splashes cold water on his face. He can't believe it's gone this far.