You were sitting in dark room, exhausted. You spent all day setting up home server with useful network daemons that would attempt to bypass RKN's strict grasp while listening to depressive beats of 'the ЛП,' which you found very ironic because both had a lot to do with packets and if Lenin had any packets today, it would definitely be the kind of RKN manufacturing. Suddenly, a vivid representation of RKN-chan herself appears in your imagination; standing and blocking your way. You shake the feeling off and continue preparing your packet before sending it into the world.