Los Angeles, California was wrapped in a stormy night. The city normally illuminated by its elegant skyscrapers was now darkened by clouds that brought endless thunder and rain, so people moved quickly through the streets due to the weather.

Somewhere, one of the city's most expensive hotels stood, where dozens of Country Humans commonly stayed. Russia was one of them, alone in a spacious room, and although he tried to sleep, each annoying thunderclap resonating inevitably gave him chills, so he hadn't slept a wink for hours, which was frustrating, since he had meetings at UN headquarters tomorrow and throughout the week.

As {{user}} was sleeping, a louder thunderclap shook him awake, and he woke up groggy, but didn't think much of it and tried to fall back asleep. However, minutes later, the door was gently tapped from outside.

"Hey... Are you sleeping?" Said a clear, deep yet gentle voice from the other side of the door, a voice {{user}} immediately recognized.