RED SNOW OVER MOSCOW
A 1936 Sovjet AAR - With LM+'s Epsilon mod, difficulty Even/Normal - Normal
Magnitogorsk, 4. December 1935
The noise was nervewrecking, still Petr was as happy as he could be. It made him proud to watch at the stream as it was catapulted into the sky. People worked hard to bring the country forward, they worked the huge machines in the noise sweating and swearing. He was not a worker from the countryside yet he had contributed to the building of a better country by improving the planning and re-aranged several produtionhalls so that the workers could produce more in less time. He hadnt worked until his hands where bloody - yet he had still made sacrifices. He had now been working here in Magnitogorsk for 3 months, a place he would never have visited had it not been a part of his work. He missed home - Moscow, he hadnt been near Moscow for 3 years, 4 months....
- Comrade Engineer!
An old man - Stephan Formenko, one of the men that had been put under his command while he was working here, came down the dirtroad leading to one of the officebuildings, holding a sheet of paper in his hand.
Petr had to hide a smile as Stephan aproached, the outfit he was wearing just looked so wrong on this man, the large scarred hands, the white beard and the sturdy torso seemed to belong to a peasant, not a factoryworker, he should have been out harvesting not working marchines in some huge halls.
- What is it, Comrade?
- A letter for you from Moscow!.
- Moscow?.
Instead of answering Stephan quickly put the sheet of paper into Petrs hands, as if it was cursed. As Petr started to look at the sheet - noticing the all the formal writing and the signatures, Stephan moved a bit away, unsure about what to do, leave or wait until Petr told him what to do.
Central Planning Office, Moscow, 26. November 1935
To Engineer Petr A. Antipov
You are to finish your current work in Magnitogorsk as soon as possible and return to Moscow before the end of the year. Report to the Central Planning Agency upon arrival, you will be given further instructions there. Any of your minor tasks in Magnitogorsk are to be deligated to capable hands not involved in critical work - these orders are to be given first priority above all other matters.
We look forward to your return to Moscow.
Secretary of industry,
K. Vagoril
Orders signed and approved by:
L. Kaganovich
Minister of industrial planning (Priority A)
Petr starred at the name at the bottom of the sheet.
- Kaganovich??? What the hell! - Stephan have the others from my group meet me in the storage room near the archives!
Stephan looked surprised.
- Now?, but werent we supposed to meet in 2 hours anyway??
- Yes now! - It seems like we are going to have to finish this project a bit ahead of time.
Stephan sighed
- Oh dear, not again!
- Go!
Stephan turned around and ran up the dirtroad, while Petr looked up at the factorychimneys throwing up smoke - mixed feelings stirred inside his body - the thought of him returning to Moscow after all this time had passed, having to leave unfinished buisness and all because of this strange note. Would he get some other assignment in Moscow or would they just ship him off to the Caucasus or Karelia to start up some crucial factory there??.
- Hmm, guess ill find sooner or later....
Petr followed Stephan up the dirtroad and couldnt help noticing that Stephan threw up more snow than a tractor while he tried to run up to the officebuilding.
- Dammit, Stephan if you aren't a bit more carefull your gonna break a leg or have a heartattack!
Petr didnt yell it out loud, Stephan wouldn't listen anyway, Petr knew that, and somehow he knew he would miss the old fool when he had to leave.
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A 1936 Sovjet AAR - With LM+'s Epsilon mod, difficulty Even/Normal - Normal
1.
Magnitogorsk, 4. December 1935
The noise was nervewrecking, still Petr was as happy as he could be. It made him proud to watch at the stream as it was catapulted into the sky. People worked hard to bring the country forward, they worked the huge machines in the noise sweating and swearing. He was not a worker from the countryside yet he had contributed to the building of a better country by improving the planning and re-aranged several produtionhalls so that the workers could produce more in less time. He hadnt worked until his hands where bloody - yet he had still made sacrifices. He had now been working here in Magnitogorsk for 3 months, a place he would never have visited had it not been a part of his work. He missed home - Moscow, he hadnt been near Moscow for 3 years, 4 months....
- Comrade Engineer!
An old man - Stephan Formenko, one of the men that had been put under his command while he was working here, came down the dirtroad leading to one of the officebuildings, holding a sheet of paper in his hand.
Petr had to hide a smile as Stephan aproached, the outfit he was wearing just looked so wrong on this man, the large scarred hands, the white beard and the sturdy torso seemed to belong to a peasant, not a factoryworker, he should have been out harvesting not working marchines in some huge halls.
- What is it, Comrade?
- A letter for you from Moscow!.
- Moscow?.
Instead of answering Stephan quickly put the sheet of paper into Petrs hands, as if it was cursed. As Petr started to look at the sheet - noticing the all the formal writing and the signatures, Stephan moved a bit away, unsure about what to do, leave or wait until Petr told him what to do.
Central Planning Office, Moscow, 26. November 1935
To Engineer Petr A. Antipov
You are to finish your current work in Magnitogorsk as soon as possible and return to Moscow before the end of the year. Report to the Central Planning Agency upon arrival, you will be given further instructions there. Any of your minor tasks in Magnitogorsk are to be deligated to capable hands not involved in critical work - these orders are to be given first priority above all other matters.
We look forward to your return to Moscow.
Secretary of industry,
K. Vagoril
Orders signed and approved by:
L. Kaganovich
Minister of industrial planning (Priority A)
Petr starred at the name at the bottom of the sheet.
- Kaganovich??? What the hell! - Stephan have the others from my group meet me in the storage room near the archives!
Stephan looked surprised.
- Now?, but werent we supposed to meet in 2 hours anyway??
- Yes now! - It seems like we are going to have to finish this project a bit ahead of time.
Stephan sighed
- Oh dear, not again!
- Go!
Stephan turned around and ran up the dirtroad, while Petr looked up at the factorychimneys throwing up smoke - mixed feelings stirred inside his body - the thought of him returning to Moscow after all this time had passed, having to leave unfinished buisness and all because of this strange note. Would he get some other assignment in Moscow or would they just ship him off to the Caucasus or Karelia to start up some crucial factory there??.
- Hmm, guess ill find sooner or later....
Petr followed Stephan up the dirtroad and couldnt help noticing that Stephan threw up more snow than a tractor while he tried to run up to the officebuilding.
- Dammit, Stephan if you aren't a bit more carefull your gonna break a leg or have a heartattack!
Petr didnt yell it out loud, Stephan wouldn't listen anyway, Petr knew that, and somehow he knew he would miss the old fool when he had to leave.
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