Karla retched and gasped for air as he found his bearings. He checked that all of his limbs were intact, then carried out an inventory check confirmed nothing had been lost. The air was chilly in Moscow, a reassuring sign that he had arrived at the correct time. It amazed him that the Soviet scientists got this time travel right, it would surely hasten the fall of Europe to red tide. But, he reminded himself, there was no way back for him and he had a mission to complete. Walking into the Red Square, he picked up a copy of Pravda. October 19th, 1917 was the date printed at the top. Good, thought Karla, the White movement was only just starting up. Crushing them now would be easy with the knowledge he possessed.
River walked through the Red Square pushing a cart. The only good Russian was a dead Russian, she repeated to herself. Concealed inside the cart was a backpack carrying a rather large bomb. She knew where the Bolshevik central committee would be meeting today, and intended to make her presence known. Elsewhere, Karla was scouting for a location to set up his base of operations. Contacting the Bolsheviks directly would be dangerous and largely fruitless. He had to set up his own network, something he was adept at. After all, why else would Moscow Centre choose him for this mission. He caught sight of this woman pushing a cart. At first glance it was nothing out of the ordinary - just a member of the workers' class selling her wares. But there was something off. Her hands did not look like hands that had done much manual labour. The way she walked again did not match the persona she was projecting. To top it off, she was walking away from the marketplace, with what seemed like a full cart of goods.
Karla tracked River to a small building where she took the backpack and ditched the cart. He knew exactly where she was going and what her intentions were. Moving through an alleyway, he momentarily lost sight of her. As he rounded a corner, a knife came flying out of nowhere. Karla instinctively blocked her arm, stopping the knife point a mere inch from his throat. He barely had time to recover when she launched another attack. He managed get past the knife and tackled her to the ground, grappling with her to try and wrest away control of the knife. "What arrogant audacity you counter-revolutionaries have," Karla snarled. She replied equally as vehemently, "I'm no Russian dog! I fight for the freedom of Finland." This surprised Karla momentarily, giving her the opening to break free. She lunged at him again with the knife. Karla clicked the heel of his shoe and a knife sprung out from the front. The longer reach the shoe knife gave him let him strike her in the thigh before she even came close. River gave a cry of pain and collapsed to the ground. Karla drew a punchdagger from his waist belt and advanced to finish her off, until he saw her plunge her hand into the backpack. He cursed as he realised what she was going to do and ran. He ran back around the corner, the building shielding him from most of the blast. It was still enough to throw him to the ground, and to cause a partial collapse of the building onto him.
Karla woke to voices, finding himself lying on the ground in some building which he quickly identified as the Lubyanka. One of the men nearby, an obvious Bolshevik, noticed him and walked over. "The spy awakes," the man announced to the others. He was picked up and thrown onto a chair. A smartly dressed man, clearly an officer, sat opposite him. "You are guilty of counter-revolutionary activities. The attempted bombing of loyal Bolsheviks. The sentence is clear, take him to the basement." Karla opened his mouth to reply, but realised it was futile. He had no papers, hell he wouldn't even be born for another 10 years. His KGB, descendant of the Cheka wouldn't be formed for another 37 years. He always knew that it would be practically impossible to extricate himself if he was ever captured. Karla resigned himself to his fate, and with his hands bound, was led to the basement of the Lubyanka to be shot.
River the Finno-Anarchist blew herself up.
Karla the KGB Colonel was executed.
You now have
44 hours to elect the leader of your Revolution. The candidate with the most votes by the deadline will be elected.