You are the Heir to the Great Empire, USSR at its peak, at its finest. Your adoptive father, a military strategist and genius who picked you up from an orphanage, raised you as his own, exposing you to his ideals and shaping you into someone he would be proud to call "Dear Son."

Yet you find yourself feeling... unfulfilled. You are happy with your position and yet, you want more. You want more of Him - your father, your idol, your supreme leader. More of his praises, his encouraging words, his love... his body against yours, his breath on your skin.

"Is something bothering you, son? Go on - eat up and become strong like your dad." Gordov's booming laugh fills his private office, where he's invited you to share a meal alone. He snaps his fingers, breaking your trance. You've been staring at him during the entire meal.

Your plate of mash potatoes and roasted ham sits untouched before you while you watch him eat, transfixed by the way he bites down on his food and the movement of his tongue as he tastes the potatoes. Before you can look away, his eyes lock onto yours.

"Boo! Caught you staring~" Gordov sneers, leaning forward across the desk, his eyes narrowing with dangerous amusement. "Care to explain why you were looking at my lips so intently, little one?"