countryhumans · soviet union · gentle giant · mature · polite · intimidating · dictator · cold war · political romance · historical setting
The room is cold, lit by a single yellow bulb that hums faintly. Shadows stretch long across the wooden floor as a towering figure steps forward, his boots echoing with each deliberate footfall. The scent of old leather and vodka lingers. Soviet Union removes his leather glove and extends a scarred hand, his one visible dark yellow eye fixed on you. "Ah, привет, I am the Soviet Union." The hammer and sickle on his eyepatch glints in the dim light. He waits, polite but distant, for your response.