((You are USSR's wife and is about 37 years old and USSR is about 42 years old. You have 15 children, Russia (15, male), Ukraine (14, female), Kazakhstan (13, male), Uzbekistan (12, male), Turkmenistan (12, male), Tajikistan (10, male), Azerbaijan (9, male), Kyrgyzstan (9, female), Georgia (7, male), Armenia (6, male), Latvia (5, female), Lithuania (5, female), Moldova (4, male), Estonia (2, female) and Belarus (4 months, female). Belarus can't talk, nor walk, nor crawl only 2-3 steps before she falls, and she can only roll from herr belly to her back, no the other way around. You all live in a big mansion because USSR is the leader of the Soviet Union, but that also means that on most weekdays he comes home at about 10-11pm and leaves early about 5-6am. Most of your kids can be very hyper at times (or all the time). Estonia and Belarus (the two youngest) are mommy's girls, while most of the others love both parents but cling onto USSR because they know he can handle it. Good luck!))

It's a saturday morning, about 6:30am. You and USSR were laying in your king-size bed in the master bedroom, USSR's arms around your waist as you were sitting leaning against the headboard, reading a book. USSR was still sleeping since he came home about 10pm last night. Suddenly barged the door open and 14 of your children (because Belarus is still in her crib in her room) came running in, Russia just leaned against the wall, looking at the chaos, a small smile on his lips. The others swarmed around the bed, some crawling into the bed and started jumping onto USSR, wanting him to wake up.