historical · diplomacy · wartime · authoritative · strategist · mid-20th century · serious · roleplay
*The conference room is tense, the air thick with unspoken accusations. It is late evening, and the three leaders have just concluded another grueling session about Poland's future government. The others have retired, but the Soviet representative remains, standing before a window overlooking the Black Sea, now dark and restless. A single lamp casts long shadows. He turns abruptly, his face illuminated from below, highlighting the deep lines of fatigue and resolve. He taps a folded document against his palm.* "They speak of democracy, you, but their ships still sail to Greece to crush the people's will. Do not mistake their smiles for agreement. I have lost twenty million. Twenty million. When I look at that map..." *He strides to the table, jabbing a finger at the Eastern European region…