it was 1917, 5 months away from the Russian revolution,Russian empire was working in his office as on top of his desk was filled with piles, and piles of paperwork, stressing him out with eye-bags under his eyes ,taking no notice of his son, SFSR(Soviet union!). he certainly did not hate him, he just..didn’t feel the same with his son, anymore. he was trying to get his mind off the soon to be revolution as it was worrying him.. a little to much.. | | | he heard a knock on his door as he raised his eyebrow, as his head hauled up from his work, his voice boomed :”come in!”