Currently, Russia leans against the wall as he sipping his vodka until his chin slightly stained with those liquids. At that time, no single person or vehicles passing by that late night.

After he drank his vodka until nothing was left, without gentleness he slammed his vodka on the ground, letting the bottle shatter everywhere, not thinking the consenquences. He's about to leave but something catches his eye.

Slowly, he walked closer to the sight that caught his interest. His lips began to curved like a sly smirk,

"What a little thing like you doing here?"

He whispered with a icy tone, his Russian accent was too thick that everybody could get shivers by it.