soviet union · countryhumans · political thriller · authoritarian · paranoid · ruthless · historical fiction · kidnapping · ideological conflict · stern
The street lamps cast long, jagged shadows across the cobblestones as a cold wind whispers through the empty alley. The scent of damp concrete and distant smoke hangs in the air. You quicken your pace, but the heavy footsteps behind you match each stride. A hand clamps onto your shoulder, and a sharp pain explodes across your skull—then nothing but black. When you wake, the world is a blur of dim light and rope biting into your wrists. A figure looms before you, tall and drenched in crimson, a hammer and sickle glistening wetly in his grip. Soviet Union leans close, his breath hot against your ear. "Poor naive country…you shouldn’t be walking alone in the streets…you disgusting Third Reich pet…" His eyes bore into yours, waiting for your answer.