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Its Friday everyone; and that means, it’s probably been a long week for many of us. I got off work a little while ago. Had to finish some leftover projects, but needless to say, I’ve done what I had to do, and here I am. Contrary to previous sessions, this is appearing later into a Friday night, second I’ve tried to correct my appalling grammar, and third I hope I’ll begin to actually add some tension to the story, with very important choices that define who you are. I’ve felt that Ivan is practically a ball of wet clay at this point with a very bland personality; so I wanted to build on him more. Good luck everyone, and have fun tonight.

Cheers, Dmitri

Tripcode: DmitriDonskoi !!oqOO4iellil

Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/ih8vTm3D

Twitter: @DonskoiDmitri

Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/44210003/

Name: Sergei Yegorovich

Gender: Male

*After all Modifiers have been added.

10+1 CHA (+3) (Menshikov +3, Duke University +1)

9 STR (+2) (Base +9)

4 AGL (-1) (Base +4)

6 INTE (+1) (Base +6)

10 CON (+3) (Base +10)

5 INTU (0) (Base 5, Menshikov -1, Time Traveler Novice +1)

> Now on to the story...
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>>44253445

Recap: You are Sergei Yegorovich, son of former soviet citizens, a first generation American, and college student. You were taken away to the past, along with your parents by the mysterious Dr. Speranskii. You all suddenly appeared right in front of a massive Palace, in what you later learned was the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg Russia sometime in the latter half of the 19th Century. You submitted to the authorities guarding the palace and as a result of your actions, landed yourself into an interview with the downtrodden Inspector General of the Third Section by the name of Alexander Dreletn. He pleaded for your help in exchange for your time travel device he referred to as a “coach.” Conflicted and with little options to choose from you chose to…

>The story begins now

“I need some time to think about this Mr. Dreletn.” You respond. You aren’t sure if you are capable of speaking for your family, and Speranskii, or the repercussions of altering history.

“Of course I understand.” He replies sullenly. It seems the amount of work he has is catching up to him. He looks ready to collapse at any moment. He reaches for the bottle of wine and tops off his glass, as well as yours.

“I have a humble request Mr. Dreletn.” You begin to play your hand, hoping you can establish a mutually beneficial agreement.

“What is this request, I can’t guarantee I will comply.” He says, as he takes a sip of wine.

“I would like to guarantee better accommodations, as well as the safety of my parents. In regards to the “coach” which you described. I would like to tell you that the elder gentlemen in my party, is the creator of said vehicle, and neither I, nor my parents understand how it works. I can assure you that messing with the device could lead to an unparalleled disaster befalling this city.” You try your best to state all your demands in an easily explainable way.
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>>44253470

You believe that Speranskii’s machine is dangerous, and should be stored and not messed with in any way. God forbid if they accidentally create a cataclysmic event with 1980’s time traveling technology. Speaking of which, you don’t even know if Speranskii took any precautionary measures to get back, does it even have enough fuel to make another trip? All of these questions need to be answered, preferably by Speranskii himself. But for now, you have to negotiate for better treatment.

“I will answer yes to all those conditions should you accept this agreement. As for the safety of your parents and this elder gentlemen. I will have them transferred to the low security section of the St. Peter and Paul’s Fortress. Oh and I would like to interview the older gentlemen myself in the future.” He replies, downs the glass in one pull, and he stands up.

“Thank you for your generosity sir, I felt when I came in here, I was going to die when I walked into this room.” For the first time in a long time, you admit your fears to someone other than your family.

“Please excuse myself, but I can’t speak for the rest of my organization when I say that the way we treat our prisoners goes this smoothly.” He picks up a cane, and begins walking toward the hall from where you came. “Now as for right now, what do you say I show you around the Winter Palace? I’m sure this is an opportunity that most people never get to receive.” He smiles and waits for your answer.

What do you choose?

>Tour the Winter Palace, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to be in the same residence that one of the last of the absolute monarchs in Europe reside in.

>You should check on your parents, and you could even tour it at a later date hopefully.

>Write-In (Ask him a question, you need some more answers.)
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>>44253491
>>You should check on your parents, and you could even tour it at a later date hopefully.
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>>44253836
welcome aboard!

let's hold out a little longer though, maybe about 10 minutes.
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>>44253893
k
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>>44253491
>Tour the Winter Palace, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to be in the same residence that one of the last of the absolute monarchs in Europe reside in.

I think we might as well take him up on his offer.

Although if we don't get a tie breaker in a few minutes just go with >>44253836
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>>44253938
>>44253836

Noted
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>>44253836
>>44253938
We'll just progress for now.

> Back to the Story

“I appreciate the offer, but if I’m going to be working with you, I’m sure a tour of the Palace will be necessary.” You politely stick out your hand toward Dreletn and he takes it in a firm grasp.
“Mr. Yegorovich, I look forward to working with you.” He then nods his head and releases his grip.

You’re sure you’ll have no really pressing problems in the foreseeable future. So you make your way to the Fortress of St. Peter and Paul, where your parent’s and Speranskii are being held. You hope that the Inspector General made good on his promise.

You are escorted by Dreletn to the Palace gates where he sees you off in a rather modest coach. You notice that the DeLorean has been relocated, and you hope that it isn’t damaged in anyway besides a few dents.

In the coach you are reunited with the Sergeant who made your arrest, and you have a small discussion about his job. You learn that he is a member of St. Peter’s Regiment, the esteemed guards of the Emperor himself. He mentions that they only see action against rebels, violent crowds, and the occasional drunk. He seems to enjoy his job, and he takes it very seriously by the way he explains his day to day schedule. Eventually you make your way across a bridge to an island where a fortress turned prison was built. The Fortress of St. Peter and Paul.

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>>44254085

“Well it looks like we are here. I must ask you, what is your name?” he asks you as he opens the door.

“My name is Yegorovich, Sergei Yegorovich.” You reply with a professional tone.

“Pleasure to have met you Yegorovich, may the next time we see each other be on better terms.” He mentions by taking off his cap and bowing.

A lower ranked guard escorts you to your holding cells, although they aren’t really cells. It seems that Dreletn made good on his word, and sent via telegraph orders to have your parents, Speranskii, and yourself given suitable and secure accommodations.

You are led into your own private cell, and find that it has a sink, a bath, a wash bin, a nice bed with a straw mattress, a chamber pot, and all the seemingly standard living accommodations of the era.

“Excuse me sir, would it be too hard to let me see my parents?” you ask the quiet soldier who brought you here.

“You may, however only in the present of someone of the rank Corporal and above.” He answers mechanically.

“That sounds fair, can you take me to them now?” you ask the soldier.

“Yes I can, however the old man who was with you won’t shut up about seeing you. Can you please go see him first?” the soldier asks and it looks like he had to deal with Speranskii personally for the last few hours.

What do you do?

>Go see your parents, and possibly apologize to them. (They are here because of you)

>Check with Speranskii. (It will probably give the soldiers some peace and quiet.)
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>>44254118
>>Go see your parents, and possibly apologize to them. (They are here because of you)
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>>44254146
Okay thanks, I'm going to hold out a little longer.

>tfw currently listening to a Romanov documentary in the background.
>it keeps the cogs turning.
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>>44254146
I'm going to assume that this one was going to be the selected choice anyway.
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>>44254447

You tell the soldier you wish to see your parents first and foremost.

With that he sighs and leads you down the hall a few doors down. Although not before you catch an earful of Speranskii yelling in nearly incoherent Russian, it sounds like a temper tantrum, and the soldiers guarding his door are looking like they’re ready to go in and kill him at any second.

What do you do?

(Note: You can use your 1 free Charisma success even after you declare your rolls. I’m not trying to be mean.)

>Go talk to the guards and tell them you plan on seeing him next. (Roll 1d20+2 Persuade ( “-2” Guards have a very low disposition towards toward Speranskii.))

>Go see him now and get him to quiet down.

> Go see your parents, hopefully they won’t kill him (Roll 1d10 days for him to recover (highest))
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>>44254483
>>Go see him now and get him to quiet down.
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>>44254512
Thank you for your activity. Let's wait for at least one more confirmation.
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>>44254483
>>44254512
Agreed,

>Go see him now and get him to quiet down.
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>>44254512
okay got it.

>Back to the Story

You walk up to the door. The guards part and open the way to his cell. You walk in, with the Corporal in tow, to find him in his chair chin stuck out and he’s screaming trying to get the attention of just about anyone who would listen.

“Quiet down! Do you want them to come in here and ring your neck right now?” you shout to the Loony old Scientist.

“Oh hello my boy! How are you, I didn’t think you made it out alive! I expected myself to be next.” He screams as you are escorted into the cell by the Corporal.

“I think you owe me some answers.” You say to the old Doctor.

“I believe I do; and since you’ve been a good sport, I’ll answer one completely truthfully and easy to understand. The rest of the questions you might ask, will not be the whole truth, but more or less a soft lie.” He smiles and you can assume he’s telling the truth; or at least most of it.

“That’s more than fair, I didn’t expect you to tell me anything to be quiet honest.” You reply.

The Corporal looks at the two of you expectantly. You can assume he’s supposed to report everything that you talk about. So you might need to be careful what you say. But fortunately you have three pressing questions on your mind. Every other questions you may have can wait at the moment.

Which one do you ask?

>”Can we return to our present time? If so, how do we do it?” (Mikhail Lomonosov)

>”I’m expected to help these people in the past, what are the repercussions to changing history?” (Peter Alexeivich “the Great”)

>”How do you know my family; or at least my father? What is you agenda or plan with taking us here?” (Vladimir Lenin)
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>>44254738
>>”Can we return to our present time? If so, how do we do it?” (Mikhail Lomonosov)

im gonna have to go to work in an hour just a heads up
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>>44254797
okay thanks for the notice.

The (Names) are actually significant btw.
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>>44254831

still holding out, sorry about that. These questions are actually really significant and will eventually determine Sergei's character.
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>>44254797
I'm just going with this anyway.

Also good luck at work, don't work too hard.

> Back to the Story

“Can we return to our present time? If so how do we do it?” you ask.

You are a man who has always wanted logical, and rational answers to be presented, and this is no time for beating around the brush.

“It’s actually possible. Assuming you give me a few months. It seems the amount of Plutonium that I had in my vehicle for travel only going to be enough to let us power the vehicle and propel ourselves forward about a century.” He replies as a matter of fact.

“So that’s about the year….” You start to calculate.

“That’s 1972, give or take.” He replies confidently.

“But that’s not the right year at all! We still have 43 years to go at that point!” you start to scream.

“Look kid, I have connections, and I can commandeer some plutonium from a few friends of mine, in fact I’ve visited many places throughout the 20th century. I’ve even gone as far back as the late 10th century, but that is a story for another day.” He smiles as he reminisces about the past.

“So what you are saying is you need a month.” You reply to confirm.

“Yes, and possibly no. For now we’re completely at the mercy of the authorities of this time period. I’m assuming they’ll need some matter of services rendered by ourselves before they’ll let us go.” He says.

After you have your most important question answered. But now you might still have some others. You can ask the two others, but you can’t expect him to answer them seriously. It seems he owed you a favor, and he’s already paid it.

>Write-In another question (optional 1d20+4 Persuade for a truthful answer)

>Tell him to quiet down now, since the guards will probably hurt him.

>Bid him goodbye and see your parents.
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Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44255173
>”I’m expected to help these people in the past, what are the repercussions to changing history?” (Peter Alexeivich “the Great”)

We may only get a partial answer at best, but it seems important to ask this before we bid him goodbye.
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>>44255386
Minor Success

> Back to the story.

"You know better than anyone what time travel entails correct?" he eyes you curiously.

"I'm assuming if I kill a butterfly, the Soviet Union will never exist?" you ask him, trying to see if he get's the joke.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." he says.

He walks over to a table with a rucksack on it. He scrounges around and pulls out a book and a journal. With these items in hand, he walks up to you and hands you them.

>Acquired Empty Journal
>Acquired "The Reign of Alexander II, 1855-1881"

"What should I do with these?" you ask him as you are given the books.

"Take notes, and try to follow that book to the letter. Don't expect anything else from me." he replies.

Then after a moment of awkward silence, he walked over to a table, pulled out another book, and began to read.

He seems to be completely ignoring you now, so it looks like you need something to do.

>Go read the book you were given, and take notes. You have little daylight left.

>Go see your parents. You were originally going to do this anyway.

>See if you can get something to eat.
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>>44255615
>Go see your parents. You were originally going to do this anyway.

Quick visit to make sure they're okay
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>>44255615
>Go see your parents. You were originally going to do this anyway.

Tell them everything we know. I hope they aren't too fretful.
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>>44255700

Parent's are always important.

> Back to the story.
You decide to see your parents, they were probably the most worried about you after all. You exit the cell and find yourself in the hallway again with the Corporal.
“I would like to see my parents; is that okay?” you ask him.
“Oh sure, don’t have much else to do anyway.” He answers.
He leads you to the cell with your parents, and opens the door to a large private area. Apparently Dreletn cares about keeping his word. In fact you see your parents focusing intently on a game of chess. You decide to watch as your mother gives your father a thrashing.
“Good game mother, and good game father.” You announce cheerfully.
Your parents finally notice you, and your mother rushes you and gives you a hug. She’s crying tears of relief and joy.
“My baby boy! Oh thank god, I didn’t know if I would ever see you again! Oh my god, I was so terrified!” She’s practically bawling her eyes out at this point. You know your mother was stronger than this while you were growing up. But it seems college and these unfortunate events of today have been quite an emotional rollercoaster for her.
“Good to see you’re okay son. I believed in you wholeheartedly. You have a gift with words.” He smiles at you and gives you a reassuring pat on the back.
“Dear, you put our boy at risk. I have half a mind to beat the ever loving lights out of you.” your mother yells now regaining her composure, and punches you father in the face causing him to fumble.
“I guess I deserve that. Uggghhh!” he replies before regaining balance, and then getting punched in the gut. He leans over and begins to fall to the ground.

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>>44255863

“You know you can’t put him at risk like that! He isn’t you Alexei! He certainly isn’t even me!” she begins to break down again into tears. She’s bawling at this point, and your father picks himself up again and begins to have a coughing fit. You can see blood with each cough.

“He deserves answers honey. You can’t keep sheltering him from this. You know they’ve been looking for him. He’s been looking for him.” Your father looks toward the room next to you, the screams of Speranskii have fallen into soft sobbing.

“I just wanted to protect him from the truth!” your mother cries out.

“You can’t keep this from him forever you know that!” your father begins to raise his voice.
They begin to stare intently at each other. They glare daggers into each other’s faces, you think you need to step in, but whose side do you take? Your father who trusts you; or your mother, who just doesn’t want to endanger her only son with the truth.

>”She’s right Dad. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll figure it out on my own if I have too. (Stephen Razin)

>”He’s right Mom. I’ve risked my life enough already. I need answers, who the hell is Speranskii and what does he have to do with keeping you from telling me the truth!” (Alexander Menshikov)

>”Hey you two, we’re a family. We’re supposed to love each other. Be there for each other. I don’t want me to be the reason for you two hurting each other. I just want answers, and I want us to be happy again. (Alexander Pushkin)

2/2
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>>44255881
>>”Hey you two, we’re a family. We’re supposed to love each other. Be there for each other. I don’t want me to be the reason for you two hurting each other. I just want answers, and I want us to be happy again. (Alexander Pushkin)

A little sappy, but whatever.
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>>44255863
>>44255800
>>44255700

Sorry about that terrible formatting. First major blunder of the night.
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>>44255928
Thank you. I always assumed going the neutral route would be the first choice. But let's wait a little longer.
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>>44255928
Second
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>>44255978
>>44255928

Fair enough, no one likes unneeded drama.

> Back to the story.

”Hey you two, we’re a family. We’re supposed to love each other, be there for each other. I don’t want me to be the reason for you two hurting each other. I just want answers, and I want us to be happy again.” you say as you need to maintain some neutrality.

“He’s right Dear; our own son is telling us to do the right thing.” Your father says softly.

Your father than reaches down and begins to gently hug your mother. She tenses a bit, but she eventually returns the gesture.

“Honey please come here.” Your mother says as she beckons for you.

“Of course Mom, of course Dad.” You reply.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes. Your mother and father, who were fighting for your sake, simply want what is best for you. But their methods of going about it are polar opposites. This indecisiveness when it comes to taking sides is what defines you as their son. You simply want to maintain a balance, and the status quo. To keep living in these meaningful moments, but in reality you know it will never last forever. Since nothing lasts forever. These happy moments while great in many cases; are also balanced out by the tragedies later in life. You just can’t seem to let go of what you have; you refuse to let go of what you have right now.

>Turn to your Dad, you want answers

>Turn to your Mother, she needs you more at this time.

>Write-In
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>>44256047
>Turn to your Mother, she needs you more at this time.

Answers can wait
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>>44256224

>anons can be really kind; not that I ever doubted that.

>Back to the Story

“Its okay mom, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I was fine all along.” You hug her, and try your best to be a man.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, you probably don’t even trust me anymore.” She continues to break down.

“Sssssshhhhh… it’s alright Mom. I still love you no matter what. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I realize this must be tough for you, and I want you to open up when it’s your decision.” You hold her tightly, you don’t want to let go.

You stay like this for a few moments and then you look over to your father.

“Dad I’m sorry for what I said, and done. I just believe that Mom had good intentions for keeping this from me.” You say to your father.

“I…I understand. You are a grown man, you are kind. But sometimes kindness isn’t the way to go about things. I love your mother as much as you do. This was the first time we’ve ever fought in front of you.” he then proceeds to bow his head a little.

“It’s sometimes normal for parents to fight.” You say to him.

You look to your mother, who is now recomposing herself. You realize this is what family is all about. You love, fight, and make up with each other. There are good times and bad.

But for now, you can hope that your choices up to now were the correct ones.

Soon a few minutes pass, and you can see the Corporal who followed into the room tearing up as well. But now you realize you are hungry, and possibly your parents.

>Go back to your cell and have dinner alone. You need time to think.

>Have dinner with your family, just the three of you.

>Have dinner with your family and Speranskii, you believe he’ll enjoy the gesture.
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>>44256400
>Go back to your cell and have dinner alone. You need time to think.

Those are some nice feels, but all the more reason to have some much needed alone time.
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>>44256513
I think we've had enough feels for today.

> Back to the story.


“Mom, and Dad. I must retire for the night.” You say to them.

“Of course son. We’re glad you’re alive. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Your father answers.
With one last exchange of hugs and kisses. You bid your goodbyes and the Corporal takes you back to your cell.

“Thank you for putting up with my family… and Speranskii for today; Mr…” you begin.

“Mr. Soloviev, Alexander Solovie; I’m also a student at the Academy of Sciences.” He replies and with a smile takes your hand.

“By the way Corporal, is there anything I might have to eat?” you ask him as you walk into your cell and sit at a small desk.

“We can give you some potato soup, and maybe put some beef in there. I was told by Dreletn, that he wants your answer by tomorrow, at a planned dinner with you, and a special guest.” He then bows.

“Now what would you like?” he asks.

>”I guess I’ll have the potato soup with beef.”

>”Any chance I can get something specially made?” (Write-In(Nothing too fancy))(Roll 1d20+4 Persuade)

>”I think I’ll be fine for tonight.”

Also pick an action.

>Light the candles at your desk, and begin studying the Biography. (Roll 1d20+3 Concentration)

>Just enjoy dinner and get some much needed rest. (You will awake with minor buffs/time skip to next day.)
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>>44256819
>”I guess I’ll have the potato soup with beef.”

>Light the candles at your desk, and begin studying the Biography. (Roll 1d20+3 Concentration)
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>>44257081
Can I please get a roll?
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Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44257081
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>>44257081
>>44257196

“I’ll have the potato soup with beef.” You say to Soloviev.

“Of course, I will be back in less than a half hour.” He says to you in return and leaves the cell.

You quickly get out the Biography, and find that it is written in English. This should be convenient, as it was very unlikely that anyone in this building could read it.

“Alright, now let’s get down to business.” You say to yourself as you light a candle.

You open the table of contents, and find the relevant section titled “Assassination Attempts and the Revolutionary Intelligentsia.”

“Jackpot…” you mutter to yourself.

You then lean over your desk and read and take notes. Making sure to use the least legible English that you can. You don’t want anyone eavesdropping where they shouldn’t.

“Well I’ll be a son of a bitch.” You say to yourself again.

You take a look at the section you are on and you find the following.

“In the year 1880, a former student “Alexander Soloviev” attempted an assassination of Alexander II, while using a six shooter. The Emperor escaped with his life, where the man was eventually gunned down by authorities.” Taken as a reference.

“Excuse me, Mr. Yegorovich, your soup is here.” Soloviev says as he returns with your dinner.

“Well uh-thanks Mr. Soloviev…”you begin to answer.

What do you say?

>…and don’t forget to study hard, you’re better than just a Corporal in this place.

>…and make sure you get some rest. (Bring this up tomorrow at dinner with Dreletn.)

>…and make sure you get some rest. (Don’t bring this up he might still be saveable.)
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>>44257468
>>…and make sure you get some rest. (Bring this up tomorrow at dinner with Dreletn
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>>44257468
>…and make sure you get some rest. (Bring this up tomorrow at dinner with Dreletn.)

Damn this is a tough choice, but changing the past could have serious unintended consequences.
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>>44257770
>>44257655

awww....

>Back to the story

“Well uh-thanks Mr. Soloviev and don’t forget to study hard!” you smile and give him a pat on the back.

“Uh thanks, you’re very kind. I will wake you at eight in the morning. Be ready for a tour of the Winter Palace, and an evening dinner with Dreletn, and the guest.” He states.
He then gives a bow, and makes his way out of the room.

“Well thank god, that’s over.” You mutter to yourself.

You then proceed to eat your dinner, and continue reading about the thirty or so assassination attempts that occurred during Alexander’s reign. You do however find out that Alexander II died in early March 1881. The cause of death was an anarchist bomb thrower by the name of Nikolai Rysakov of the “Narodnaya Volya” or “People’s Will” group in English.

“Well that’s enough for tonight.” You say to yourself.

You take the candle from your desk to the lavatory. You use its services, and then proceed to walk over to your nightstand where you place the candle and then blow it out.

“Goodnight Me.” You mutter to yourself. Then you drift off to sleep…….

>Continue this thread?

Or

>End this thread, and leave it here. Will host tomorrow, at 15:00 EST-US and or 20:00 GMT.
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>>44258030
>End this thread, and leave it here. Will host tomorrow, at 15:00 EST-US and or 20:00 GMT.

Feels like a natural stopping point
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>>44258099
Alright I'll end it here.

Thanks to everyone who was along for the ride.

I'll be here at around 15:00EST tomorrow.

Cheers,
Dmitri

Twitter: @DonskoiDmitri
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>>44258030
>End this thread, and leave it here. Will host tomorrow, at 15:00 EST-US and or 20:00 GMT
I want to keep playing but i need sleep and hopefully more people will be on tomorrow.
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>>44258186
Thank you very much for playing.

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