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Arise Comrades! Throw off Capitalist yoke! [Open RP][EARTH II]

Hogsweat
06-12-2004, 19:29
OOC: if you want to OOC insult me for this, you can go and get shot. This is IC.

Chapter One

The Soviet Carrier Group Svalbard, operating off the Artic Sea, had a more menacing purpose than to icebreak and protect Soviet scientist ships. No, there was a reason why two Aircraft Carriers, twelve escorts, and two battleships were in the region. For too long had the Russian people lived under the oppressive regime of the "McDonalds Culture". It was time to show the Russians what Socialism was again. It was time to revive Socialist Russia.....

Pyotr Elyerov looked down at the pavement as he walked to work in Moscow, the large factory looming overhead. It was a dull day. 42 year old Pyotr looked back at when Russia was a Socialist nation...ah, the good days. So much community spirit... now, Russia was changed. It was a different nation, and not for the better. Pyotr spat on the ground with anger - what had they done to his Motherland!

Eight Hours Later
Pyotr turned the handle, and creaked the door open slowly. He hung up his large coat, and sat down wearily. His eyes scanned the oneroomed house - it was bare, a picture of his grandfather in the navy, a bed, a television set, some kitchen appliances, and a small room for his toilet. As he looked over the table, there was a letter. He had received it this morning, and with no time to open it, he had discarded it until later. Now, when he was fatigued and with no mood to do anything, he grabbed the letter anxiously, for it was very rare that Pyotr got mail, and ripped open the top precisely. Inside, lay a folded piece of paper, and some money notes. Naturally, he flicked over the money, and his eyes widened with delight. 8000 rubles! He set the money to one side, and pulled out the note. It read simply;

Pyotr;
You are a man of the Motherland, and we know this. Soon you will asked to fullfill a great deed- and you shall do so.. when the time comes, Pyotr Elyerov, you shall be a hero, and do not forget it.
Hogsweat
07-12-2004, 08:46
Chapter Two
Pyotr read over the letter again and again. you shall be a hero, and do not forget it. How weird.

Five weeks later
Pyotr had been living the high life. He had a car, a comfy flat, and he had some nice possessions. However, he had forgotten all about the letter he got that fateful summer's night. The car's tyres screeched as he hit the brake, the automobile sliding neatly into the parking lot. Pyotr closed the door, and glanced up to his apartment as he walked towards the block of Flats. Seeing the elavator out of order, he sighed, and jogged up the stairs. Finally reaching his room, he jiggled in his pocket for the key, and fitted it into the lock. Turning it, he pulled the handle and the flat door swung open. He stepped inside, took a big yawn, and stopped. The door closed. His arms dropped instinctively, and he knew something was wrong.
"W-h--whoo's there?" He shouted.
A voice came back from the dark.
"Pyotr. Stay silent."
His mouth clamped shut. The voice spoke again.
"Sorry for the fright."
The lights flickered on, and Pyotr could see two men in the room. One of them wore a ushanka and cradled a tokarev automatic pistol in his right hand.
"Who are you?" Pyotr whispered.
"We are the Russian Mafia, Pyotr." One of them spoke. "But be quite. The authorities could be anywhere"
Pyotr nodded with fright. He had heard of the atrocities the Russian Mafia had committedd.
"We are here Pyotr, because we are going to ask you to help us. Ask is really the wrong word. You are going to help us"
The man with the pistol pulled back the cock. Pyotr nodded rapidly, knowing what would happen if he refused.
"Good. Pyotr, we are going to confide in you. You won't tell anyone, will you?"
The other man waved around his pistol. Pyotr shook his head.
"Put on some music"
Obediantly, Pyotr walked up the stereo and switched it on. The classical music, the chorus of violins and other such instruments filling the room.
"Thank you. Now, down to business. You may talk"
"Thanks" Pyotr uttered.
"Things are afoot in this country. You shall hear from us again Pyotr, you shall hear from us again."