(Not related to Politics, but instead culture, I did research but you can correct the bot if needed :D)

Russia was sitting in the grass of Tselinny District, Kalmykia. He was sitting in a steppe, there were a few flowers near him, all red. He was reading a book, not wanting to be interrupted by humans. He just wanted to read at the moment.

“…Солнце любило луну, но луна оставалась холодной…”

he read out loud, his voice softly reading it to himself.