[ WP ] You 're a history major . Your final exam is to travel back in time and successfully pass as a normal , everyday citizen . It 's not going well .

I walked through the crowded streets of Moscow, waiting for that fateful march. A Priest walked through the streets, ringing a bell and calling out to repent your sins. Gunshots resonated throughout the streets. I missed it! I cursed and threw my lump of hard stale bread at the ground. I was so sick of bread. A young boy covered in soot yelled at me. 
 
 > You're throwing away your bread? Are you crazy? 
 
 I punched him in the face. 
 
 > I hate your bread! I hate your Czar! I hate the Russian Empire! 
 
 Another man approached me who had a red star pinned to his jacket. He had a full mustache and head of hair. 
 
 > Standing up to the evil imperialists, eh? The people could use a man like you. 
 
 I shook his hand. Now things were getting interesting. I shook his hand. 
 
 > Nice to meet you... Comrade. 
 
 > Nice to meet you as well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Josef, Josef Stalin. 
 
 I froze. I took out my gun and pointed at him. No! You'll rewrite history! If you do, you'll fail the class! We wo n't be able to bring you back! I fired, then faded from from existence. Whoops. 
 
 Not that good yet 

