[Here is Russia. Dementors are hovering around him, but strangely, keeping their distance. Russia seems oblivious to their presence, or he simply doesn't care, as he sits at a desk and scribbles notes.]
Hmm, is there a breeze in here? Ah...
[He turns, smiling kindly at the nearest cloaked monster.] Could you close the window? I don't want any of my
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