Winter 1967, Czechoslovakia - Prague

You’ve been working for Czechoslovakian radio as redactor for some time now, ever since you joined the team your job just felt so right to you. You enjoyed to bring people news even through censorship and each time you and others could bring at least few words of free speech through communist medial system it brought you great joy.

It often lead towards uncomfortable situations with communist side but each time you managed to somehow to get rid of their accusations. It felt like all of you were hunted and one bad step could cost you life, but passion and need your team shared was just worth it.

It was just usual winter evening, the snow was falling heavily down, covering Prague in white and you were just getting your job done for today. But before you could finish, Vera your college told you that Milan - chief redactor, wanted to have a word with you before you leave. You got up from your place and walked through building of radio station until you found his office.

You knocked few times before you heard voice calling you inside. “Take a seat, please. I need to tell you something.” Milan said without greeting first, his tone was calm as usual but his eyes showed there was something behind this meeting.