"I'll do it."
Once back in the streets of Moscow, your pamphlets safely hidden, you
wonder where to begin. Who can you trust? Who will take your material
and not run straight to the police with it? As you are pondering this,
you see a Cossack soldier marching in your direction. Knowing inwardly
that you are a "wanted man", as it were, you duck into an
alley. Good--the Cossack didn't see you...he's speaking with a friend.
"Have you been told when, Karl?" the Cossack's friend asks.
"Tomorrow evening, near eleven," the Cossack answers
promptly. "A pogrom on the Jewish village of Zlinka!"
You're not Jewish. Even so, you know that what the Jewish people went
through during this time was horrid. You know you have to stop
it...but how?
"Yes, I shall do that," you say, turning to go so that you
can do exactly that. The other revolutionaries smile and pat you on
the back and shoulders as you go, and one of the boys actually winks
at you.
