Fredrick held his bag at the trainstation, looking back somewhat worriedly at his parents, not wanting to step onto it. The moment he did, he was going to be thrust into an adult world. As the train pulled up and then stopped, Fredrick looked at his parents, raised four of his fingers up, holding his suit case with his thumb and kinda waving at his parents before getting the ticket out, having it crunched and walking onto the train, sitting in a zitplaats, stoel at the front, placing his bags down on the ground in front of him. He raised up his ticket, which read 'ONE WAY TICKET TO MOSCOW, RUSSIA' on it. He stuffed it in his pocket, then closing turning his head to the window, seeing his two parents there, waving at him. He smiled slightly, waving off at them as the train then began to take off, heading for Moscow. He breathed in quietly, having two tears trickle out of his eyes as he looked down, then sniffing. "Dammit Fredrick be a man." He grumbled to himself, then closing his eyes, leaning back and falling asleep.
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About two days later, he arrived at the Moscow international train station. He took his bags, getting off the train, looking up as he noticed snow lightly falling from the sky. So Russia was how the boeken had said, dead and snowy. He pulled his scarf up, wrapping it up to his nose as he he'd out, finding a carriage outside for the universiteit of Moscow, waiting for specifically him. "Are u my carriage?" He asked the chauffeur.
"What the hell did u just ask me?" The chauffeur asked in return, not understanding German.
"The Russian yes is quite long, but thank u for the response." Fredrick zei with a smile, nodding at the man, sitting in the back.
"Fucking Germans." The chauffeur grumbled out, then getting into his seat, whipping the reigns of the horses as they rode off, eventually reaching the campus of the university.
"Thanks for the carriage ride, my good sir." Fredrick zei to the chauffeur as he patted his back twice, then getting off, holding his bags.
"I wish I could run u over." The chauffeur zei to him with a psychotic smile.
"Haha, nice meeting u too." Fredrick said, then awkwardly waving before walking around, finding the directors office quickly, heading up, setting his bags down to meet him. "Hello."
"Hello." The director said, speaking perfect German. "Come, sit." He said, leading Fredrick to a seat. He looked down at Fredrick, folding his hands, looking at him. "You are well aware of why u are here, yes?"
"Yes." Fredrick zei with a blank expression. "The spy told me everything. I'll work here, develop weapons, and then...I will be gegeven a cure for my fathers illness." Fredrick zei before sighing.
"Correct." The director said, then pulling out a cigar, putting it in his mouth and lighting it. "You're real bright. A prodigy. Your country, I'm sure, would love to have you. Why Russia? Why not work with your homeland? Why let yourself be our pawn?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Prussia is a weak land, and the leaders are fools. Their science is mediocre as well, and with them, I would have no hope of ever saving my father. Even with u people, who are most likely going to betray me in the end, at least I have a chance, even if microscopic in size, to save my father." Fredrick zei as he stood up, then ripping the cigar out of the directors mouth, then inhaling it on his own.
The director widened his eyes, incredibly shocked at the toon of bravado from Fredrick. "WHO DO u THINK u ARE?!" He asked, raising his hand at Fredrick, preparing to strike.
Fredrick grabbed the directors wrist, twist it before kicking the side of his leg, crunching it hard before letting him go and fall hard onto the ground. He then inhaled the cigar and crouched down, looking at him. "Fredrick Von Bannister, if we're being literal. And let us get something clear-" He zei before pulling the cigar from his mouth. "-I am nobody's pawn. I make my own way." He zei as he took the cigar, sticking it into the directors left eye, burning it out as he screamed, making Fredrick chuckle a bit. "Does that answer your question, Mr. Director?" He asked before standing up, still looking down at him.
The director put his hand over his eye, looking up at Fredrick, shocked as hell that a fourteen yearold did that to him before nodding twice. "Yes, I'm sorry." The director growled out. "Go to the dorms. The key with your room number is on my desk. Tommorrow at five a.m sharp u are to meld to the chemical weapons lab. Any later, you'll be executed, regardless of whether of not we need you."
Fredrick took the keys, nodding at the director before heading off to go to his room, finding it eventually, opening the door, only to see the same Russian spy who had recruited him in there. "What are u doing in here?" He asked, wary of her. He set his bags down on his bed volgende to her.
"I'm here to reward u for your good decision." She zei with a seductive grin before Fredrick opened his suit case, having a can of mace in there just in case things got heated with the Russian's, covering his eyes before spraying her, making her shriek.
"NOT UNTIL I'M MARRIED LIKE MY MOTHER SAID!" Fredrick yelled out before picking her up as she fought back, throwing her out, making her hit the wall, knocking her out. He slammed his door shut, locking it, turning on the fan and opening the window so the mace would get out, then pulling out a magazine from his bag with pictures of Japanese women on them, looking hungrily at them. "She didn't mention not doing this though." As he unzipped his pants, then pulling them down, getting ready to end the dag off with a 'blast'.
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About two days later, he arrived at the Moscow international train station. He took his bags, getting off the train, looking up as he noticed snow lightly falling from the sky. So Russia was how the boeken had said, dead and snowy. He pulled his scarf up, wrapping it up to his nose as he he'd out, finding a carriage outside for the universiteit of Moscow, waiting for specifically him. "Are u my carriage?" He asked the chauffeur.
"What the hell did u just ask me?" The chauffeur asked in return, not understanding German.
"The Russian yes is quite long, but thank u for the response." Fredrick zei with a smile, nodding at the man, sitting in the back.
"Fucking Germans." The chauffeur grumbled out, then getting into his seat, whipping the reigns of the horses as they rode off, eventually reaching the campus of the university.
"Thanks for the carriage ride, my good sir." Fredrick zei to the chauffeur as he patted his back twice, then getting off, holding his bags.
"I wish I could run u over." The chauffeur zei to him with a psychotic smile.
"Haha, nice meeting u too." Fredrick said, then awkwardly waving before walking around, finding the directors office quickly, heading up, setting his bags down to meet him. "Hello."
"Hello." The director said, speaking perfect German. "Come, sit." He said, leading Fredrick to a seat. He looked down at Fredrick, folding his hands, looking at him. "You are well aware of why u are here, yes?"
"Yes." Fredrick zei with a blank expression. "The spy told me everything. I'll work here, develop weapons, and then...I will be gegeven a cure for my fathers illness." Fredrick zei before sighing.
"Correct." The director said, then pulling out a cigar, putting it in his mouth and lighting it. "You're real bright. A prodigy. Your country, I'm sure, would love to have you. Why Russia? Why not work with your homeland? Why let yourself be our pawn?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Prussia is a weak land, and the leaders are fools. Their science is mediocre as well, and with them, I would have no hope of ever saving my father. Even with u people, who are most likely going to betray me in the end, at least I have a chance, even if microscopic in size, to save my father." Fredrick zei as he stood up, then ripping the cigar out of the directors mouth, then inhaling it on his own.
The director widened his eyes, incredibly shocked at the toon of bravado from Fredrick. "WHO DO u THINK u ARE?!" He asked, raising his hand at Fredrick, preparing to strike.
Fredrick grabbed the directors wrist, twist it before kicking the side of his leg, crunching it hard before letting him go and fall hard onto the ground. He then inhaled the cigar and crouched down, looking at him. "Fredrick Von Bannister, if we're being literal. And let us get something clear-" He zei before pulling the cigar from his mouth. "-I am nobody's pawn. I make my own way." He zei as he took the cigar, sticking it into the directors left eye, burning it out as he screamed, making Fredrick chuckle a bit. "Does that answer your question, Mr. Director?" He asked before standing up, still looking down at him.
The director put his hand over his eye, looking up at Fredrick, shocked as hell that a fourteen yearold did that to him before nodding twice. "Yes, I'm sorry." The director growled out. "Go to the dorms. The key with your room number is on my desk. Tommorrow at five a.m sharp u are to meld to the chemical weapons lab. Any later, you'll be executed, regardless of whether of not we need you."
Fredrick took the keys, nodding at the director before heading off to go to his room, finding it eventually, opening the door, only to see the same Russian spy who had recruited him in there. "What are u doing in here?" He asked, wary of her. He set his bags down on his bed volgende to her.
"I'm here to reward u for your good decision." She zei with a seductive grin before Fredrick opened his suit case, having a can of mace in there just in case things got heated with the Russian's, covering his eyes before spraying her, making her shriek.
"NOT UNTIL I'M MARRIED LIKE MY MOTHER SAID!" Fredrick yelled out before picking her up as she fought back, throwing her out, making her hit the wall, knocking her out. He slammed his door shut, locking it, turning on the fan and opening the window so the mace would get out, then pulling out a magazine from his bag with pictures of Japanese women on them, looking hungrily at them. "She didn't mention not doing this though." As he unzipped his pants, then pulling them down, getting ready to end the dag off with a 'blast'.