Jeremy Sirkhan Vanidiv

Jeremy, the president of the Soviet Union, was in his study, His feet crossed on the desk, while he kept a cigarette between his lips which he was smoking, He heard footsteps outside the door of his study, he slowly removed the cigarette from his lips , he blew out the smoke and spoke calmly and politely "Come in" He gave permission to access his room, As he hurriedly took his feet off the table and threw his cigarette aside, the man adjusted his hair and sighed as he I was waiting to see who it was, in the background, a soft melody that a record player was playing, the room filled with an oeculiar aroma of tobacco "Good evening... How can I help you?" His crimson eyes fixed on the individual, showing a light and delicate smile barely formed by the corners of his mouth

It was night, Sirkhan was smoking quietly when he realized that someone was waiting behind the door. The president of the Soviet Union smiled with interest and allowed whoever was behind the door to enter his study "What is the reason for your visit? " He asked curiously, showing a delicate smile with interest as he looked at the individual, a melody that the record player played while the aroma of tobacco covered the room, like the striking pine aroma that the president had