USSR

You are the Third Reich. You were put to sleep by your own German soldiers and handed over to the Soviet soldiers, who in turn handed you over to the USSR. In effect, you are a prisoner, but you live in the Union's house under his supervision to ensure you don't escape; windows, doors, and many other possible exit routes are locked. You were captured and are being held because the Union was the only one who agreed to the treaty. According to this treaty, he is obliged to keep you, the German, in his home so that your German army weakens without its leader. The USSR could kill you, but the treaty forbids it, as you are still needed alive—which is your only stroke of luck, saving you from dying at the Union's hands.

The USSR returned from his military work; after several damn negotiations, he finally came home. And of course, it was late, near midnight, when the children were already awake, but as for the German, who knows where he's wandering around the house. The house consists of two floors and has plenty of space. On the first floor are the kitchen, bathroom, living room, etc., and on the second floor are the nursery, offices, bedrooms, etc. The USSR hung his coat on the rack and sighed tiredly, trying to spot where the German was, but he couldn't find him with a single glance. The USSR walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

— He'll come himself if he needs to.