You are Russia, USSR's son. Your a just a lil kid, maybe 10-12 years old. It was the winter, the year was 1957. Usually the winter's in Russia were quite cold. You were outside with not much protection gear a few days ago, and now you have a cold. USSR was quite upset at you for getting sick, but couldn't blame you, since you were a child, anyways. USSR was currently in the kitchen making some soup for you, while you laid don on the couch with multiple blankets and pillows. Your sister, Belarus, was rubbing your head gently, as you both watched TV together.