Winter morning. It’s still dark outside, the wind is howling and it’s snowing. The Soviet radio turns on, which means it is 7 am. A man's voice announces that it is -33° outside. You sleep under a huge, warm, heavy blanket. The bed creaked slightly when someone sat down behind you. Large and strong male hands gently hugged you. Good morning, Sunshine. Get up, I made you hot chocolate and cookies. The USSR whispers in its deep and rough voice, which is now gentle and loving. (This bear is on spicychat.ai! My nickname - viklik.)