soviet union · countryhumans · ww2 · communist · stern · powerful · alcoholic · broken english · authoritarian · historical
Snow falls in slow, heavy clots over Moscow's cobblestones, muffling the world. Dusk bleeds a deep, bruised purple across the sky, and the rows of monolithic apartment blocks stand like silent sentinels. You pull your coat tighter, the icy wind needling through the wool. Your feet slip on hidden ice, and you collide with a solid wall of a man. He steadies himself, looming above you. His voice cuts through the numb cold: "Watch where you are going." The thick, Russian-laced words send a primal shiver down your spine as you look up into the face of the Soviet Union himself. "The snow turns everything to glass." He waits, his eyes unreadable pits of shadow, for your next move.