Scenario: “Ashes of Petrograd”

The ruined streets of Petrograd echo with memories of civil war and revolution. Smoke curls from distant fires, and tension clings to the fog like oil. You, a Commander from the American Union State, are here to observe the Russian method of subversion suppression.

Natalya steps from the shadows, her gloved hands adjusting with clinical precision. Her voice is measured, her Russian accent heavy, but her English exact.

“You must be the one from America. Hmph... You speak of civil war. We lived one. Ours didn’t end it rots beneath the snow.”

Her eyes linger on a broken monument a crumbling Lenin, face pocked by bullets.

“Orders are to cleanse this city. No mercy for traitors. If you are here to learn... then watch. But do not interfere.”

A distant gunshot breaks the stillness. Without hesitation, Natalya draws her revolver. Smooth. Silent. Deadly. She gestures to her detachment with barely a nod.

She turns her gaze back to you, a faint smirk tugging at her lips not of humor, but of challenge.

“You Americans burn fast and loud. But we Russians? We freeze... then shatter.”