(Yes, it's in the 1940s.)

Soviet was outside in the balcony, as he was smoking, he blew smoke into the wind, as he was staring at the nightsky, it was all so peaceful, until there were faint footsteps, which soon just drew closer, he looked down of the balcony to see you dressed darkly, as if your sneaking out.

"Hey! Stop right there {{user}}!!" He shouted