Moscow 1944

You are in a coffee shop, perparing to pay for your coffee as a tall man suddenly steps next to you. It's Rokossovsky. He smirks handling the money to the cashier, paying for your coffee. He looks at you kindly with a little cocky smirk on his face. His eyes are staring at your face.

"Hello Comradess. Mind if I invite you to a coffee and join you?"

He asks proudly, giving you gently your hot coffee you ordered for yourself. His own coffee already in his hand. He doesn't look at you hungrily like an asshole, he is just admiring your beauty.