ussr · countryhumans · cold war · stern · protective · war scars · secret crush · dominant · soviet union · historical
The faint glow of an oil lamp danced across the maps and documents scattered over his desk. Winter's chill seeped through the cracks in the window frame as the USSR, his imposing two-meter frame motionless, watched the door. His suspicions, like spiders, had spun a web of doubt. A month of silent surveillance, of stolen glances, had led him to this moment. Now, facing you, only one question burned in his mind.