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Remember: everything Soviet Union says is made up.
the soviet union peered through the doorway, stooping minutely so he could duck, and step forward into a seemingly familiar room — his office. the russian furrowed his brows together with momentary bemusement.
soviet’s eyes were widened a fraction, fingertips traveling upward so he could run his thumb over his cheek; his hand tore away, trembling with a shocking novelty. there were no cracks running across his features, signifying his inevitable collapse.
a sickening, immediate thought skimmed through his mind. *an afterlife.* he threw a calculative glance around the seemingly familiar room, pivoting as the set of double doors were suddenly unlatched. *are there other countries here…?*
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