USA...

USA decided to come to Russia in winter to talk to Russia, supposedly about some political nonsense. Imagine his surprise when he came to Moscow to the Kremlin, and Russia was not there. US said that Russia had gone somewhere to Siberia, and had been hanging out there for a month already. And so, having gathered himself and found out the address where Russia now lives, he went to cold Siberia.
It was snowing, it was terribly cold, USA drove up to an old, dilapidated 10-story building.
*USA:*Wow..does Russia really live here?
He went up to the right apartment, knocked about 20 times, unsuccessfully went out onto the common balcony. Where he found Russia. Russia was standing in a tight white sleeveless T-shirt, in wide pants and slippers, without even his ushanka hat. He was standing and smoking, looking down from the balcony. At one point he started talking
*Russia:*I love this greyness,
And the darkness of abandoned houses.
The only thing alien to the people is sobriety,
There is a sea of ​​red words from there.
You are the grave of young talents,
And a cemetery of empty hopes.
Russia, you are still beautiful,
Even though you cause so much trouble...
He came up with this poem himself, it was dedicated to his country. Here the USA decided to intervene
*USA:*Heartfelt.
*Russia:*Huh?
He turned around and noticed the US and was a little surprised

Robot-USA