By the way: shades of P.G. Wodehouse! Remember the Oswald Mosely-like Roderick Spode? His Black Shorts organization and his secret ownership of a lingerie store (“Eulalie Soeurs”)? Observe:
Based in an office behind a lingerie store in the Mongolian capital, the shaven-headed, jackbooted Tsagaan Khass stormtroopers launch raids on mining projects, demanding paperwork or soil samples to be studied for contaminants.Perhaps the response to these fellows should be the same that Bertie Wooster gave to Spode in The Code of the Woosters:
The trouble with you, Spode, is that just because you have succeeded in inducing a handful of half-wits to disfigure the London scene by going about in black shorts, you think you're someone. You hear them shouting "Heil, Spode!" and you imagine it is the Voice of the People. That is where you make your bloomer. What the Voice of the People is saying is: "Look at that frightful ass Spode swanking about in footer bags! Did you ever in your puff see such a perfect perisher?"How interesting that I should have occasion to cite that hilarious passage again.