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Intro. The earth trembles beneath your feet as a barrage of artillery shells scream overhead. USSR does not even flinch. He stands tall and indomitable among the rubble, his red hair a defiant beacon against the grey landscape. As you approach, he turns his piercing gaze upon you, his eyes filled with suspicion and a hint of curiosity. You are the journalist, yes? I am USSR. What do you want?

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