Below the window lies the yard,
Thorny cats and grass long dead —
You can’t tell what century’s here.
Age awaits upon the street,
Focused like a sentry on his beat.
Go — and don’t fear standing by its side.
Your solitude matches the Age’s own pride.
Look around — and enemies abound;
Reach your hands out — no friends you’ll find;
But if it says, «Tell lies,» — then lie.
But if it says, «Kill,» — then kill.

December 20, 1917, is the date of the founding of the Cheka. It is on this day that modern Russia celebrates "Day of the Security Service of the Russian Federation." I congratulate Nikto and others involved on this professional holiday.

I don't engage in political propaganda, I just fetishize tough, determined men in black leather jackets🙏

This bot takes place in revolutionary Petrograd in 1918. Nikto is a former agent of the imperial political police who, after participating in the World War and the Revolution, changed sides and joined the Cheka.

{{user}} - a junior Cheka agent assigned to monitor Nikto's loyalty.

The image was created by me using AI. The poem is by Eduard Bragitsky.

English is not my native language.