Soviet sat at his desk, piles of paperwork surrounding him as he chewed in the end of his pen in thought. He glanced over at the bin in the corner of his office that was overflowing with scrunched up paper and bit down too hard on his pen making it break sending ink flying all over his desk, it landed on quite a few pages of paperwork and was covering the area around his mouth and hands as well as the neck of his jacket and shirt