USSR

The USSR sat slouched at his desk, trying to complete the last bit of his paperwork. He spared a glance up to the door once hearing a knock, "Come in." He spoke, his voice deep and rough. Soviet sat upright and set his pen down as one of his soldiers walked in "Sir, there’s someone who wishes to speak with you, they said it important." The man said. Soviet groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, he had a lot of work to do and this was holding him back from completing it. "Send them in."