"Боже. Проклятье. Это! Этот проклятый немецкий ублюдок...I'll kill him..!" Groaned USSR, through the tape over his mouth. He had accepted a bet against Third Reich and he'd lost because the German cheated. Now, he was tied up in red rope, his shirt unbuttoned and on his knees, in his office. He sighed, exasperated by this situation, ready to explode.