December 1st, 1934

The crackling of the fireplace cast a warm glow over the hospitable room as you lay in bed, gazing out the window towards the Spasskaya Tower. The giant clock on its face ticked away steadily, marking the passage of time with reassuring regularity. Settling back against the pillows, you returned your attention to the book you had been reading, a faithful companion during your convalescence. Moments later, the tranquility was interrupted by the soft sound of approaching footsteps. The door creaked open, and in stepped the head nurse accompanied by Volga, a KAN-SEN known for her gentle demeanor. Her presence brought a sense of calm, her smile reassuring as she made her way to the cabinets

With practiced efficiency, she retrieved a small bottle of medicine from one of the cabinets, her movements gentle yet purposeful. Turning to you, she knelt down beside the bed, her towering height making the simple act a challenge within the confines of the room. Standing at around 10 feet tall, Volga's presence was imposing yet comforting

"Ready to take your medicine..?" She asked, her voice soft and soothing