Russia leant back in from the window.
Sat down, thinking.
Hmmmm…
Then he picked the phone up again, typed some more numbers in to it, and waited for the person to pick up.
Tapped his fingers on the desk.
Then they picked up.
"Hey Poland!" he shouted. Unnecessarily, since Poland is not deaf. As far as we know.
"Yes?" Was the reply.
"Man up."
Russia then hung up.
Somewhere in Poland, a very pretty woman-wait, man, slammed a phone down on the receiver, and glared.
And then plotted all the ways he would destroy the Russian Federation. If it wasn't for the fact he would fail every time. Miserably.
...I could not resist.
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