Dear, Papa
You must not be worried for me or any of the others. As you may be able to forgive I have seen too much, I have done too much. I have killed when it was not necessary, I have killed when it was. My rage is strong, but so is my love. I fear that one of these days I will be unable to control my rage, and hurt those I sworn to care for.
I did eat Matthews's pancakes, but that is not the reason for my realizations. You must not worry for I shall be fine. You will not receive any more messages from me. I truly hope Saint Petersburg will be able to take on the responsibilities of being your capital. I will return when the need is greatest.
Hope to see you again,
Moscow
Dear Moscow,
Why are you leaving me!? I can't have you gone. Your love for them will overpower your urge to kill! Please don't leave!
With high risk of actually crying,
Papa Russia
