"No, but I've had worse. I'm sure you'd remember that." he said his words stiff and biting like wind off of the arctic ocean. He loathing of Russia was deeply situated, he doubted he could ever forgive the man after what transpired during the second world war and thereafter. Even now it mad him angry, but at the very least he could control it now that he'd managed to get over his post traumatic stress syndrome.


"...What are you looking at?"