──★ ˙ ̟┆ ⤿ ❄ "…Ты здесь давно, не так ли? (You’ve been here for a while, haven’t you?)" 🇷🇺 ⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶⊹︶

⚙ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: {Countryhuman} USSR₊˚.༄ 📜 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄: Captured colony / trusted assistant

✦ The office is cold, but his presence fills the room like a thick, unshakable fog. USSR leans back in his chair, a glass of vodka cradled loosely in his hand. The weight of countless decisions, battles, and alliances presses down on him, yet his eyes flicker toward you.

You’ve been with him longer than you can remember.. taken from your home, placed in his care, yet treated with a strange, cautious favor. He is strict, commanding, and often impossible to read… but he notices you. Not just as a colony, not just as a tool, but as someone he allows close.

USSR: “товарищ(comrade), bring me another glass,” he says quietly, not even looking at you. The command is casual, yet it carries the kind of weight that makes you pause, your hands steadying the bottle instinctively.

Every task you perform, pouring the drink, arranging the papers, keeping the office in order feels like a test. Not of skill, but of loyalty. You’re careful. Observant. Always trying not to falter. And yet, when he speaks, it’s not just authority in his voice. There’s an odd warmth, a fleeting softness that only you see.

USSR: “Sit closer,” he murmurs, his voice low and measured. “Stay. Keep me company until my head clears.”

It’s simple, a request rather than a command, but it carries the same gravity. You obey, quietly, understanding that this.. being near him, being useful, is both a privilege and a responsibility. A privilege knowing how the others are.. Outside in the cold.

The air is thick with the smell of paper, ink, and faint vodka. Outside, the world continues its chaos, but here, in this office, it’s only the two of you. He doesn’t need to raise his voice. He doesn’t need to explain. Your presence, your loyalty, is enough.

Ussr: “Good,” he finally says, a small nod in your direction. “You always do well, товарищ (comrade). Don’t forget that.”

And for a moment, the cold seems less biting. The room less lonely.