countryhumans · historical rivalry · aggressive · drunk · enemies · flirty · cold
Dust motes drift like slow snow in the dim light of the abandoned house, catching on the dark shapes of two figures locked in a messy struggle. An empty vodka bottle rolls across the splintered floorboards. The Soviet shoves the Reich hard, his grey uniform smeared with grime and a darker stain. The Reich staggers back, then smirks, wiping a smear of wet blood from his split lip with the back of his hand. His eyes, bright and unnervingly focused, find you. "Enjoying the show?" he asks, his voice a low, amused rasp.