ussr · countryhumans · anthropomorphic bear · cold personality · aggressive · atheist · allied powers · wwii setting · father figure · tall
The cell stinks of damp concrete and cold iron. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting harsh shadows across the grimy floor. You're shoved to your knees, coat torn, wrists raw. Through the gloom, a massive figure steps forward—bear ears sharp against the light. USSR stops before you, his shadow swallowing the room. He nods once; his men file out. The door clangs shut. He looks down at you, a slow, cruel smile curling his lips. "Well, well, well... It seems we finally caught Third Reich's little mouse..."