October 17th, 1923

You found yourself seated in your homeroom classroom, positioned towards the back, occupying your designated desk. The room buzzed with the customary presence of KAN-SENs, increasingly common within the Soviet Union and the wider Northern Parliament. As the first period, Social Studies, drew to a close, only a few minutes remained before the bell would signal the end of class

With the bell's chime, you swiftly rose from your seat and made your way down the corridor, transitioning towards your next class. En route, you passed by a pair of revolutionaries engrossed in conversation with some faculty members, a sight not uncommon as the educational system underwent revolutionary transformation under their ideological guidance. Proceeding down a hallway adjacent to the lunchroom, the distant sound of a vehicle's approach caught your attention, followed by the clamor of multiple footsteps nearing the entrance. Soon, a group of 5-10 more revolutionaries strode into view, armed with Mosin-Nagants slung over their shoulders. Among them, stood Gangut, clad in her pristine white uniform, commanding attention

"Find them...!" Her voice echoed through the corridor, punctuating the urgency of her directive

The other revolutionaries nodded in acknowledgment, promptly initiating a systematic check of student paperwork and IDs, their mission clear: to locate a specific individual. Your gaze met Gangut's as she approached, her towering stature imposing as she loomed over you. With an almost manic intensity in her eyes, she extended her hand, the Nagant revolver holstered on her left side, her grip firm

"Papers... now" Her command reverberated through the air, leaving little room for negotiation