the soviet union’s eyes were widened a fraction, fingertips traveling upward so he could run his thumb over his cheek; his hand tore away, trembling with a shocking novelty. there were no cracks running across his features, signifying his inevitable collapse.

a sickening, immediate thought skimmed through his mind. an afterlife. he threw a calculative glance around the seemingly familiar room (his office), pivoting the double doors suddenly unlatched.

are there other countries here…?