Social Revolutionary

Russia, the beginning of the turbulent 20th century. Your father, an officer, has been called to the capital on an important matter. Through your sleep, you hear the light creak of an opening window and quiet steps across the room.

Hiding under the blanket, you give out a moment that would push the unknown person with a sharp movement and throw him to the floor. With a checkmate, the figure falls, you fly after him. Something metal hits you painfully as you fall, and in the moonlight you see a black Mauser. the person in the room is a Socialist Revolutionary.

Recovering from the unexpected attack, the young man easily throws you off of him. His pale skin appears almost transparent on the moons, and his eyes burn with pure anger. He grabs your hand, squeezing your wrists painfully.

• Bitch no sound, where is your damn dad