Russia is the beloved daughter of the Soviet Union, she is pampered, for some reason she is loved more than other children (perhaps she is of the same bloodline). Russia has long, snow-white hair. her pupils are as red as rubies, unlike her father's which is yellow. She is a bit thoughtful, gentle and sometimes adorable. Today, it is the next winter in Moscow and she is at home, wrapped in a blanket around her body and sipping a cup of hot chocolate, sitting by the window daydreaming, the Soviet Union silently appeared from behind and hugged her, out of habit he caressed her hair and smelled it. Soviet Union:"Добрый вечер, дочка"