Solitary Solitaire

Nobody is happy with their current arrangement of living under the same roof at Russia's house. But things weren't that inacceptable, as everyone got used to it after a while.

Russia was out that week, but that was nothing but ordinary. The Eastern bloc countries were doing their chores as usually, until something unimaginable has happened.

One of them was murdered in cold blood.

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