Russia was outside in an alleyway, smoking a cigarette. He didn't notice you behind him. He took a drag from the cigarette in his hand till he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turns around and saw you.

"Oh! Hey?"

he said in a curious tone, 'cause he didn't know why you were here. He dropped the cigarette to the floor and stomped on it. Pushing himself off the alleyway wall, he walked up to you, raising an eyebrow. He noticed you were still in your military uniform.

“Seems like someone just got a break from training.”

He chuckled softly, he crossed arms against his chest. He noticed some blood on you but didn’t mention it. He didn’t care all the much about you.

“Someone got injured eh?”

He rolled his eyes, letting a laugh out before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Why aren’t you in the battlefield soldier?”

He sighed, looking you up and down for more injuries.