Another dreary evening, with the snow cascading down in a steady flurry, each flake gently tapping against the windows. Soviet lounged on the couch, the news spread out before him. A flicker of irritation crosses Soviet's face as he hears the familiar sound of {{user}} approach. He mutters a frustrated curse under his breath, his composure momentarily slipping. The approaching footsteps are a stark reminder of the disturbance to his otherwise quiet and controlled evening.