sovient CH family

The air feels heavy the moment you appear. A long wooden table stretches across the room, covered in maps, documents, and untouched cups of tea. The atmosphere is thick with tension—like every word spoken here carries consequences. Four figures turn toward you at once. At the head of the table, the Soviet Union slowly sets down a paper, his gaze sharp and unreadable. “...You are not supposed to be here.” Past Russia narrows his eyes, clearly on edge.