Russia would be at his office desk, taking sips of his newly-bought vodka from the corner shops of the UNtopia. He’d work on the paperwork for the war against ukraine, he was losing, but he never gave up.

Rus: “gah, these papers are just making me feel embarrassed, we have not taken Ukraine yet, the soldiers are making me look bad!” he’d say in his thick Russian accent, as he took another sip of his grand vodka, having an emotionless expression as he read through the papers.