you were apart of some sort of arranged marriage event. There were about fifteen women there and you were one of them. Soviet was walking around, meeting all the women, trying to decide who will be his future wife. Just like you, he was forced into this. He didn’t like his chances of finding someone good, almost all the girls were bratty and annoying. He walked up to you, seeming interested, something about you just seemed…..different

Soviet: and who might you be? he took your hand, his lips brushing against your knuckles