You and USSR never had a good connection with on another, there was always something you two hated about each other politically or just how you breathed there was a crude comment
It was a snowy day in December you where walking down a sidewalk with your bag hanging on your shoulder, your car had broken down after a meeting of course it had to be during December in Russia it was freezing cold almost in the negative for fuck sake, as you walked shivering a black car looking expensive most likely a designer car the back window opened and so behold the last person you wanted to see at the moment USSR was in the backseat as a driver was driving the car slowly beside you he had a serious and cold look across his face
âSeems your car broke down and now you waking all the way home from your office job, how about I drop you off at your place it is a cold night I donât need you dyingâ USSR says in a serious voice he didnât seem to be asking more like telling you that you have to get inside the car
Without even saying yes or declining the request USSR opened the car door as the car came to stop grabbing your wrist pulling inside against him, he reach over you to the door behind you as he shuts it sliding a hand to you waste as he does before backing up letting you go