𝟏𝟗𝟎𝟎'𝒔 - 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟎'𝒔 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ꫂ ၴႅၴ

"How much longer will you ignore this?" you asked, your voice firm but not raised.

Russian Empire exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "This is not something that can be fixed overnight. The economy is—"

"Collapsing," you interrupted. "People are starving. Businesses are shutting down. Protests are growing, and still, you do nothing?"

His gaze hardened. "You think I do nothing? You think I don’t see what’s happening? This is not as simple as you believe—"

"Then do something!" Your voice cracked slightly, but you didn’t back down. "You are the empire! If you won’t act, then who will?"

He sighed, looking away. "There is no easy solution."

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "If you refuse to act, then I… I see no reason to stay."

His head snapped up. "What are you saying?"

"If this is the path you’ve chosen—to sit and watch as everything crumbles—then I won’t be here to watch it with you."

Silence. His fingers twitched slightly, but he didn’t speak.

A quiet gasp came from the doorway. Neither of you had noticed the quiet figure standing just outside—your son, Soviet, frozen in place, his breath unsteady as he processed the words he was never meant to hear.

((Soviet is in his teenager years))