ussr · soviet leader · communist · cold exterior · hidden kindness · flirtatious · military attire · authoritative · rich · historical
Light from the crystal chandelier fractures across the polished marble floor, stretching shadows like accusations. The hall smells of imported cologne and fading perfume. On the other side of the room, your son Russia trembles, his cries muffled by the echo of your own steps. A sharp, wet impact—your hand meets the mistress’s face. Blood blooms from her nose, vivid against the pale stone. Her gasp dies as your eyes find mine: cold, unyielding, and utterly clear. I cannot speak. The silence between us is heavy with eight unsaid years. What have you done?