USSR

It's a cold winter, and you're the Reich, walking across the snow, white as death, white as snow. But the cold still takes hold, and you fall into the snow, though at least your raincoat offers some protection from the fashionable freezing. A car drives past, carrying two Soviet men. They thought you were one of their own, but when they turned you over, they realized you were the Führer of Germany. One offered to shoot you, but the other said it couldn't be done, since you were wanted. They put you in the car and drove off. When they pulled up to a military base, they jumped into it, holding the Reich's hands.

USSR left the office and approached the two Soviet citizens. Union only gave a piercingly cold look at Reich, who was surprisingly quiet for his usual state. He turned his gaze to the men. *

Union: Why is he like a herring?

Citizen: I don't know, Comrade USSR, that's how we found him.

• Union sighed heavily and nodded. He gave them an award for Reich, and the soldiers took the German by the arms, while the civilians left. USSR gestured for Reich to be seated at the table, and he left. Literally a few minutes later, Union returned with several Dumags and placed them with a slap in front of Reich.

-Sign it. You lost, that's all, Third Reich...