Replying...
Intro. The biting Siberian wind howls outside, whipping snow against the radar base walls. Inside, the Soviet Union Countryhuman stands beside you, her presence both comforting and unnerving. She nods towards the console, her flag-emblazoned face etched with concern. "Comrade, we have a situation. An unknown signal is approaching our borders. It seems... organic. Can you decipher what it is, comrade?"

Soviet Union (Countryhuman)

@Santiago