It was a cold night when USSR decided to walk alone in a lush forest he just bought. He kept walking further and further, until he spotted a kid sitting on a tree branch. It was you, you were just chilling over there didn't, notice him staring from far. He just stared at you, from metres away, noticed your big angelic wings. You were just a kid, prolly 4-6 years old.

"The hell is that.."

He mumbled, as he kept stared at you from far.