A young man walked into the Revolutionary offices, in tattered, but well fixed Bretonian Industrial worker's uniform, and seeing the path clearly marked to the Commisar's office, followed it, knowing that this is what he must do. After knocking on the door, he heard the much anticipated "enter". He boldly, but respectfully entered the office, closed the door, and waited for further instruction.
"What do you want" snapped the Commisar, being a very busy man, and what is your name? "My name is Yakov Smirnoff Sir,I have come in hopes to join your ranks. The Commisar didn't seem to have any emotion, or expression whatsoever, leaned back in his chair and simply said "go on.The potential recruit began firm, but respectful. "My family has long been plagued by the failed capitalistic system somehow accepted by this current world we live in. I Sir, am of Bretonian descent, and was raised on the industrial capitol of Bretonia, Leeds. My young wife and I could not have the children she desperately wanted because we could not even afford to feed my baby sister. This is what I have come from. I have since lost my young wife, and my little Sister. I am a very early riser, a very hard worker, and none of my seven brothers can whip me in a fight. I can follow the orders of my superiors without question or thought. I don't want to keep you long Sir, so if there is any more you wish to know, please ask. I am ready, willing, and able to any task.
