>>235644
As a child you always had a love for breakdancing. Always dancing when you could. Now in highschool you became the alpha breakdancer and anillilated any who would challenge you.

>>235657
Yes

>>235644
You are Sergei, the child of an industrial worker and a school teacher, both of whom were deeply involved with the local Soviet prior to the revolutionary leader's betray of the democratic worker's movement. As a result, your humble home had been stocked with a small library of revolutionary literature, as well as the philosophical musings of the great Marxist thinkers. After having read through the entire collection multiple times over your childhood, you are convinced that the only way to reinvigorate the people's state is through breakdancing your revolutionary message of proletarian solidarity into people's hearts. Also perhaps becoming a minor party functionary and ruthlessly working your way up. That could work too.

You are Natalya Ilyushina, a non-Girtablilu scorpiongirl. Set in Russia during WW2 where everyone is a monster girl. You were fired from your job at as a mercenary after killing your comrades in a botched mission. After wasting your days away in a pub, you decide to do some freelancing, taking odd jobs that people post on the town board.

>>235702
You are Mikhail Vitsin, known as 'Mishka' to your friends. As you were growing up, you overheard the quiet disapproval of Lenin. Your father was a factory worker and prominent member of a socialist trade union at his workplace. General Secretary Stalin had betrayed him, you overhear. All these work hours to fight the 'Facisti' had worked him into a nearly comatose state when he collapsed one September night. You never officially enrolled in a school, your mother taught you enough. While your friends played with branches as soldiers in their Great Patriotic War, you read about Marx, Engels, Trotsky and the French Jacobins. You became absorbed in your books, partially ignoring the teachings of Lenin's near godhood status in the eyes of the State. When you graduated you immediately joined the Komsomol, the youth wing of the party, and began work as an errand boy organizing work papers and running errands while learning pieces of local gossip about the party commissariat and members.

One day after work you are approached by a co-worker, who invites you to his home for a drink and to discuss other dealings with a group of friends. You almost accept, but you remember that the party secretary needed you in his office to discuss some unknown things with you.

You have reached a fork in the red road, do you go with your good friend for a drink, or report to your boss?

>>235793
>report to your boss
If the party secretary wants to discuss something with you, it seems only natural that you'd listen to him. I'm sure our friend will understand.