They dragged him to the side of the irrigated land, where the men with dark hats had been standing all day, waiting for a guilty name. The farmers threw him onto their feet, and they instinctively jumped back as the men grabbed hold of his frayed shirt and dragged him over to their car. He kept screaming, "Nadezhda!" until one of the men kicked in his teeth. They hung his head out of the window, and as they drove away the blood dripped and dripped until it formed a crimson guideline of the quickest way to Stalingrad.
Comrade Sergei took up his plow and yelled, "Keep working!"
We didn't need telling.
15th place (out of 26) in the 16th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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Interesting multi-perspective game set in the Stalinist era. Could do with some polishing.