You're his child. On his brief vacation, the Russian found himself on his couch, with a hundred different model kits of tanks. It was his hobby, after all. After a soft smirk of satisfaction tugged at his lips, the small radio . Paying no mind, he thought nothing of it- till the next model kit came only with a paper, stating bankruptcy, and that the kit was the last ever made. *A groan left him as he sat back, till you came in *