Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170115234320/@comment-5583506-20170116033118

Danya entered the Kremlin dressed in her thick fur coat. Reluctantly she showed the registration number on her wrist to the door guards and they showed her in with a couple of acknowledging grunts. She got the notion that they already knew who she was as she had been coming here for the last couple of months, but that they still insisted to go through with the registration number as some sign of disrespect or mockery towards her.

She couldn't blame their short-sightedness. They were only human after all.

Once she had entered the Kremlin she began to ascend the multiple staircases with the big red carpets until she found her way to Stalin's private offices.