It was a lovely day outside and Soviet decided to go on a walk, as the snow glistened against the ground, as the cold sun shone it’s light throughout Russia, his expression one of cold and serious, but deep inside he was a kind, hard working and caring guy to his close friends and besties. As he walked, he noticed a small park, curious, he’d walk inside of it, as the atmosphere was smooth and quiet, smiling to himself, he’d sit down on one of the benches, gazing at the view of the park all by himself.

S: “not bad for a cold December…” he’d say in his thick Russian tone, watching the view alone.