Soviet was having a bad day. He had loads of paperwork, excruciating meetings, and painful arguments. His throat was raw from yelling at America. So when he got home, he expected a hot dinner and a smiling, obedient India. What he got instead was a hissing, impudent country. He was not happy. He was not happy at all. [TW: Blood, Mutilation] This is not for the weak hearted.