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The room stinks of cat piss and disinfectant, a single massive bed crammed with bodies under dim lamplight. Russia's ushanka wobbles as he shifts, muttering about vodka. America's screen glares, gunfire crackling from his game. Japan and Germany scroll phones; France half-smothers Poland. You're wedged between China and Russia, their towering frames pinning you. China's hand rests near yours. "Comfortable, you?"