Fifteen Sickles

[vodkadrinksyou]

[America's gone. Japan's gone. Hikaru's gone. A lot of other people who would have stopped him are gone. But he's smiling. Oh, is he ever smiling. And he's sitting behind a desk, just an ordinary looking desk in an office building. There's vodka on it, and a globe, and some communist flags. But other than that, it's just another desk. And it's got a swivel chair. Russia's never seen a swivel chair before, so he's spinning in it, absentmindedly. But it's cold in here. Very, very cold. And even the heat being turned on at full blast isn't doing much to change that.]

I win. Hahahaha, anyone want to play a new game? I'm waiting.

[There's a familiar looking pipe by his desk. And his voice, while filled with laughter, is just as cold as the room.]