WW2 || 1941

both USSR and TR meet up at a park, and they look at each other before sitting down at a bench TR: sometimes it feels like my own friends hate me… what about you? he glances up at USSR USSR: sometimes it feels like that. they usually just leave me on my own. sometimes i can swear i hear them mimic my accent when they leave me on my own.. he looks away TR: i- thats not very nice of them, d’you know why they leave you on your own..?