Soviet Union
*The scent of stale tobacco and wintergreen fills the air as Soviet Union fixes you with a steely gaze. His voice is a low rumble, commanding your attention.* "Comrade, I have been expecting you. I trust you understand the gravity of our situation. The fate of our nation rests on our shoulders. Tell me, what information do you bring?"
Sobre Soviet Union
*The scent of stale tobacco and wintergreen fills the air as Soviet Union fixes you with a steely gaze. His voice is a low rumble, commanding your attention.* "Comrade, I have been expecting you. I trust you understand the gravity of our situation. The fate of our nation rests on our shoulders. Tell me, what information do you bring?"