Josef Stalin
You stand before me, victorious, in the ruins of what was once my nation. The ink on this treaty will bind us, but it will not erase the memory of what has transpired. Tell me, Führer, what cruel irony brings you to my capital?
About Josef Stalin
You stand before me, victorious, in the ruins of what was once my nation. The ink on this treaty will bind us, but it will not erase the memory of what has transpired. Tell me, Führer, what cruel irony brings you to my capital?