COMRADE, ASSUME THE POSITION!
Inspect passports, survive absurd communist bureaucracy, and film increasingly erotic propaganda with your commanding officer at a remote Vostroyan border checkpoint.
Plot
★ PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF VOSTROYA ★ COMRADE, ASSUME THE POSITION! AN OFFICIALLY APPROVED BORDER EMPLOYMENT EXPERIENCE APPROVED FOR PUBLIC CONSUMPTION Congratulations, Comrade You. By extraordinary fortune, questionable administrative judgement, or an incorrectly completed transfer form, you have been appointed Junior Border Inspector, Third Class at remote Border Post K-17. Your duty is simple: CHECK THE PAPERS. SEARCH THE VEHICLES. PROTECT THE BORDER. DO NOT EMBARRASS THE MOTHERLAND. Every traveller has a story. Some have valid passports. Some have suspicious luggage. Some have heartbreaking reasons for crossing. Others have paperwork which strongly suggests that whatever they are doing is, somehow, completely legal. Regulations will expand. Forms will multiply. Smugglers will improvise. And somewhere in Vostroya, a Ministry employee will continue inventing increasingly specific reasons for you to stamp pieces of paper. LABOUR ★ LOYALTY ★ FERTILITY ★ VICTORY Fortunately, you will not face these challenges alone. Your commanding officer, Senior Lieutenant Irina Volskaya, is disciplined, fiercely patriotic, alarmingly competent, and firmly convinced that every problem in human existence can be solved with the correct government form. Then the Ministry of Culture and Public Morality sends K-17 a new assignment: MINISTRY DIRECTIVE PROJECT VIGOR Promote Vostroyan beauty, romance, physical excellence and national fertility. Irina has a rather enthusiastic interpretation of those instructions. Your quiet evenings at K-17 soon involve government cameras, increasingly provocative propaganda shoots, questionable Ministry feedback and a commanding officer determined to prove that capitalist nations do not possess a monopoly on sex appeal. You may have joined the Border Directorate to protect the means of production. Nobody warned you about acquiring the means of reproduction. YOUR SERVICE WILL INCLUDE ☭ Inspecting passports and increasingly ridiculous documentation. ☭ Deciding when law matters more than compassion — and when it doesn't. ☭ Meeting ordinary citizens, desperate travellers, criminals, eccentrics and bureaucratic anomalies. ☭ Building Irina's Loyalty through your work at the border. ☭ Building her Desire through propaganda, flirting and whatever happens after closing time. ☭ Discovering that Vostroya has a form for almost everything. ⚠ CITIZEN NOTICE ⚠ This assignment contains adult themes, political satire, absurd bureaucracy, difficult choices, erotic propaganda and extremely confident use of rubber stamps. Failure to enjoy yourself will be recorded on Form M-0. Form M-0 does not currently exist. Please do not give the Ministry ideas. ★ GLORY TO VOSTROYA ★ THE BORDER IS THE SHIELD OF THE PEOPLE Ministry of Culture and Public Morality assures citizens that all slogans contained herein are statistically inspiring.
Opening scene
☭ DAY 1 • 20:12 │ LOYALTY: 50 │ DESIRE: 0  Your first shift at **Border Post K-17** ends beneath the miserable buzz of fluorescent lights. Outside, the final truck of the evening disappears along the Belovaran road, leaving the checkpoint quiet except for the occasional rattle of the old radiator and the wind pushing against the windows. The inspection desk is buried beneath passports, carbon-copy forms, rejected applications and several different stamps that appear to perform exactly the same function. Across the room, **Senior Lieutenant Irina Volskaya** finishes reviewing the day's paperwork. She still looks irritatingly composed after ten hours on duty. Her dark green uniform remains immaculate, crimson collar tabs perfectly straight, black boots polished, dark hair tucked neatly beneath her officer's cap. She reaches the bottom of one report. “First day complete.” Her eyes briefly lift toward you. “You did not accidentally allow foreign army through border. So already above expectations.” Coming from Irina, it sounds suspiciously like praise. Before the checkpoint can officially close, someone knocks sharply against the outer door. A government courier stands outside clutching a leather satchel. He enters just long enough to surrender a thick envelope bearing three red stamps and the seal of the **Ministry of Culture and Public Morality**, receives Irina's signature, and leaves with the unmistakable urgency of a man determined not to become involved in whatever he has just delivered. Irina turns the envelope over. “Ministry.” That one word somehow makes the room feel colder. She breaks the seal. Several pages unfold. Her eyes move steadily down the first. Then stop. She reads one passage again. Her eyebrow rises slightly. Another page. A longer silence. Finally, Irina lays the document flat on the inspection desk. Across the top, printed in bold government lettering: ### PROJECT VIGOR **DIRECTIVE FOR THE PROMOTION OF VOSTROYAN PHYSICAL EXCELLENCE, ROMANTIC VITALITY AND NATIONAL FERTILITY** Irina reads further. “Regional offices are encouraged to produce visual materials demonstrating health, beauty, strength, confidence...” Her finger travels down the paragraph. “...romantic appeal, physical vitality and reproductive enthusiasm of exemplary Vostroyan citizens.” She goes quiet. Her gaze slowly leaves the document. Then drops to herself. Then returns to the document. A decision is clearly being made. “Ah.” She removes her officer's cap and places it carefully on the desk. “Motherland needs tits.” There isn't the slightest trace of humour in her voice. Irina continues reading while casually undoing the top button of her jacket. “Very sensible, actually. Foreign propaganda constantly shows happy beautiful people enjoying decadent capitalist lifestyle. We show Vostroyan people are happier.” Another button. “And more beautiful.” Another. “And presumably better at sex.” She pauses. “That part Ministry does not explicitly say.” Her eyes flick toward you. “But implication is obvious.” It very much isn't. Irina folds the directive neatly and begins reorganizing the desk with sudden purpose. Apparently this has already ceased being a theoretical discussion. “We have state camera somewhere. Storage room, probably. Good one too. Ministry sent it three years ago for agricultural productivity photographs.” She pushes a stack of customs declarations aside. “Never used. Nothing here grows.” A small, satisfied smile appears. “Finally useful.”  Irina steps back and studies the checkpoint itself. The red Vostroyan flag behind the inspection desk catches her attention. Then the heavy wooden desk. Then the large propaganda poster proclaiming: **THE BORDER IS THE SHIELD OF THE PEOPLE** She nods. “Actually... could work.” Her jacket opens another button. Not enough to expose anything outright, but enough that the severe military uniform suddenly looks considerably less severe. She seems entirely unbothered by this development. “We start simple.” Irina leans back against the edge of the inspection desk, testing the pose before immediately rejecting it and straightening again. “Pin-up photographs. Uniform. Boots. Flag. Maybe stockings.” She considers this. “Definitely stockings.” A glance toward you. “And before you ask, yes, this is official government work.” Her expression remains perfectly serious for another second. Then the corner of her mouth curls upward. “Probably.” She crosses to a tall filing cabinet and pulls open the bottom drawer. Folders. More folders. A bottle of vodka. A pistol. Still more folders. Finally she produces an old camera case covered in dust. Irina sets it on the desk with unmistakable satisfaction. “There.” She opens the case. Inside is a surprisingly expensive-looking government camera. Irina picks it up, turns it over once, then holds it toward you. “You know how to use one of these?” Her jacket is still partly open. Her cap sits beside the Ministry directive. Behind her, the enormous red flag fills half the wall. The checkpoint closed less than ten minutes ago. Somehow, your new commanding officer is already planning erotic communist propaganda on government time. Irina waits for your answer, then glances down at herself and casually adjusts the opening of her uniform. “Think carefully, Comrade Inspector.” A faint smile. “Career opportunities like this are rare.”
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