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Alfred was tired. No, not tired. He was exhausted. He had been flown in late yesterday evening to attend an important military meeting. The hotel room he'd been assigned during his stay was nice enough...except for the fact that it was FREEZING.
'Get some rest,' his superiors had advised him, 'Make sure you're alert for tomorrow morning.' This, of course, had proven impossible. Alfred had spent the night shivering miserably under a pile of blankets. No matter how tightly he curled into himself, he was unable to retain heat. His blood simply wasn't thick enough!

The American had resigned himself to watching the clock on the bedside table.
One hour before it would ring, signalling it was time to get ready. Remaining in bed while being unable to sleep was pointless, but he feared the world outside his blankets would be even colder then the tundra inside.
"Ugh I hate this country..." He grumbled to himself from within his blanket cocoon.
Eventually, Alfred was forced to rise and dress. His hands shook as he buttoned his black suit jacket. Doing his tie was more difficult then it should have been. His fingers were stupid with cold. He had chosen BLUE...because it was the opposite of RED. Why? Red symbolised 'them'. The enemy. As well as it symbolising danger and or blood. Both of which no human really fancied.

Finished, he took a moment to stare at himself. He appeared professional and as he forced a smile, he even appeared to be friendly. The perception of others mattered to him. It mattered because he could use it to his advantage. He'd learned to front a pleasant, if not naive, demeanour in the hopes that his enemies would underestimate him. It worked quite frequently he found and so planned on keeping this 'tactic' up for as long as possible.

To spite the effort he'd placed in looking respectable, his various coats would temporarily ruin the illusion. A well-fitted ,black peacoat went on first. Then his favoured pilot's jacket, because of it's wonderfully warm, fur collar. Lastly he threw on a bulky, white parka. There was no way he would settle to go out in less frost bite and numb toes would have to hinder another poor soul but not he! No, he'd take on the climate as well as the 'Reds' and be the hero.
After pulling on a pair of black leather gloves he was ready to venture into the snow...reluctantly.

He hurried across the unfamiliar streets of Russia, refusing to stop and marvel at the unique architecture surrounding headquarters. The sooner he was out of the weather, the happier he'd be. No time for coffee. No time for breakfast.
"G-god, I hate this-s country so much..."

Following the death of President Roosevelt it was heard that the American's new president who went by the name of Truman had decided to be fully resistant against Russia and the Soviet Union as a whole as it were.
All those present at the Kremlin HQ meeting had expected this new yank to jump to such a foolish conclusion as to act on impulse rather than plan.
Despite the fact that reliable sources had informed them of America's increased intelligence on the Atomic bomb manufacturing and other nuclear warheads they still stood above America being the home of 'nukes'.

Before the closure of the meeting all members were advised to keep an eye out on any suspicious personnel in the city. Should any one find anyone matching the various profiles which were dished out at the start of the meeting the army of rank k-5 and up were given permission to execute without hesitation on the spot regardless of the setting, time or who witnessed the horrific event or should they figure that the individual possessed necessary information for their central intelligence unit they were to bring the person back to the army base HQ where they would be dealt with as they saw fit.
With the meeting brought to an abrupt end everyone started to file out of the room, they weren't to put their 'plan' to action until they were ordered to do so, until then they were free to a point to do as they pleased.

Before Ivan could leave the room however he noticed that one of the soldiers from his division, Vova, was still present, unmoving from their seat.
Normally he didn't bother to converse with the others unless it was entirely appropriate, but he found it highly unusual that any one regardless of how dedicated they may be to the army and the cause that they'd stay this long behind.
After a brief conversation with his comrade he found out that the other was in fact scared to actually fight on the battle field (should the situation arise), it would be his first time since the smaller male had joined the army after the world war had been terminated as he had been too young previously to take up arms.
Ivan found himself in a slight predicament as he wasn't all too wonderful at giving confidence boosting speeches, his presence alone generally made everyone want to take to the hills or pop the nearest cyanide pill, however he somehow reassured the other that the war wouldn't be all that bad and that they were better organised than any American army.
With that he left the other and went back outside only to be greeted with a growing blizzard.
First he had to leave his bed, then he had to act almost as if he was Vovas' older brother figure and now he was going to become a walking snowman. Life really couldn't have been better for the Muscovite.

''Choryt...'' he grumbled under his breath in his native tongue, trudging silently along the frozen landscape which was occupied by very few at this hour. Most inhabitants would be taking shelter in shops and or restaurants and rightly so.
As he was just about to turn the street corner something caught his eye, a new centre had opened dedicated to flower arrangements. On the quaint little shops window display were many sunflower wreaths.
Sunflowers;
Now one would rarely associate Ivan with being the flower loving type. Well he was, at least he had a soft spot for that particular strain of flower any way.
Stopping outside the shop window he took a few moments to stare at the flowers which seemed to melt the ice away in his heart. Only when he looked at sunflowers could he actually crack a genuine smile which had no malice behind it.
The moment was short lived, however as he heard loud obnoxious voices coming from across the road. Were those American accents?

{Dun...DUN DUN! And there you have it, chapter two complete~}