Headcanons [always ongoing]
☭ Soviet, while being muscular, almost always has a severe case of bloat, which is painfully apparent around his stomach during winter seasons. This is mostly due to a mixture of heavy pollution and (on a more personal level) his heavy alchohol abuse getting even heavier during the cold period. He's not overly annoyed by people commenting on it, and almost enjoys the fact he can put it down to good constitution instead of the actual reason most the time.
☭ He is shameless with his body in all but two places; his neck and his hands. They are almost always covered as they house scars that could have only been attained through submissive or from (obviously thwarted) defensive movements. They embarrass him greatly, and would rather be though of as odd than show them, especially considering the image he is supposed to portray.
☭ His most visible scars are a thick gash at the back of his neck and warped burns over his heart. The ones on his hands and fingers are also rather pronounced.
☭Out of all of his leisurely activities, chess is one of his favourites and he plays himself reguarly. The ideal of good soviet man is imbued in chess, and because of that ideaology he is almost fanatical about keeping ahead of, in the very least, the other countries.
☭He is fond of and practises ballet. He is annoyed that so many western (and eastern) countries think men performing it is an amusing idea. It's not.
☭He loves music, and has a fondness of the older instruments, especially since Stalin's lockdown on progressive music tastes. His favourite instrument is the Cello, and he can play it rather well. He usually plays the instrument when he needs to ease tension, or if he's fallen into a drunkenly depressed stupor. It's usually noticable which one it is, since his notes slow and slur when inebriated.
☭As well as being a player of strings he also has an impressive four and a half octave vocal range. However, he is usually a little too busy to use it, and his smoking does little to aid his vocal chords, so his vocals crack a little on the highermost and lowermost notes.
☭Because of the campagins on alcoholism, Brags doesn't usually drink in public, and if he does (which is usually only when in other countries), he will always stop after one glass. He does however siphon brake fluid out of verhicles and mix that with water to take the edge off of his addiction. He has and will also drink engine coolant, perfume and aftershave.
☭Because of his dangerous drinking habits his eyesight is actually rather poor. He has glasses but refuses to wear them unless they are inexcusably needed. He dislikes admitting to his bad eyesight, and is pretty sure his glasses make him look like a dork.
☭Despite his terrible eyesight he is still a remarkably good shot; He may not be able to aim for specific points and hit them, but he can at least hit a target, especially since he's gotten quite accustomed to the quickdraw, something he actually picked up from watching John Wayne Westerns... Though he'll never admit that to Alfred.
☭He has a love of guns of all calibre, but his favourite are hand guns. His favourite is the Nagant revolver (M1895), even if his firearm of choice is the Tokerev pistol (TT-33).
☭Regardless of tobacco's bad press, Brags smokes like a chimney. He can and will usually get through two or three cigarette cartons a day, and can at least get onto a fourth if he finds things particuarly stressful.
☭He wears ever type of suspenders available. If it can be bought (and he can get away with wearing it) he will do so.
☭He has no proof in the matter but he is under the firm belief that he is a wonderful kisser.
☭He has a thing for dogs; He enjoys their looks and their company. Up until the late 30s he bred Borzoi and Russian German Shepards, though he stopped breeding the German Shepards once they started being used as tankdogs. Just the sight of an Alsatian now makes Brags more than a little internally nervous.
☭He is not a fan of cats, unless they are mousers. He sees no point in a cat as a domestic pet.
☭Hey hey hey you guys, stay out of his shed, okay? The one he doesn't lock Raivis in at any rate.
☭While it is somewhat frowned on, Brags is still partial to French food, architechure and literature.
☭He dislikes Toris with the flaming intensity of a thousand suns. And Poland. And Mongolia... He can be civil with them, to the point of even seeming friendly, but all he wants from them are their complete and utter submission.
☭Ivan likes wholesome things... Especially women. He does have a cut off point for big being beautiful (He likes to be able to lift his women for instance), but bigger is usually better in his opinion.
I'll update this when I get more canons.