Vozhd Pudin, of a house most ancient and noble, straightened his tie in the mirror before marching out to meet with the people he was confident would kill him. His noble blood had not given him much in the way of wealth, but it did give him enough respect that his well-to-do compatriots always took care to tip their hats to him and it got him into a university so that he could become a lawyer.
Which probably didn't increase his odds of survival. He departed the house, and the two guards who had been sent to accompany him, their faces cold, marched behind him. One man's gaze swept across the town, sending the other good citizens scampering, while the other glared at the back of his head.
He instinctively reached into the pocket of his coat to toss a kopeck to the beggar who sat at the edge, but the man of course wasn't there. His guards had gotten very tense at the movement, and he carefully moved his hand away.
"I am unarmed, as agreed."
"Whatever you say, comrade," one of the men behind him mocked.
The vozhd stiffened and was silent for the rest of the journey as he was led to a filthy cart and helped into the back and driven along a rutted road towards the agreed upon meeting place - a church whose priest had offered its usage for the sake of peace, supposedly.
Waiting for him there are a small group of men and women, all as unarmed as he. He vaguely recognized two of them from wanted posters.
"I am Comrade Zandi," one woman said in tones as cold as the winter.
"I am Comrade Stefan," said the only man in the group who was decently dressed.
"I am Comrade Kylis," said a man with a laborer's broad shoulders, a gentle smile on his face.
Kyls continued after a brief silence.
"We understand you have concerns. We cannot promise to address them, but we will at least hear you out."
The vozhd nodded and began to choose his words.
"Many of those who I represent, the women in particular, are concerned about some of your...intentions. Not just to our property, but to things we hold more sacred. Our faith, our selves, our lives...we wish for guarantees that all be safeguarded."
There was again a silence, this one almost malevolent.
After a time he regained his courage.
"What I believe to be simplest is our property. Having read your manifesto and seen your actions, we do not intend to ask for anything you would find unreasonable...we simply want a guarantee that I would be able to keep something like my signet ring or a brooch a man bought for his wife to ask her to marry him. Heirlooms. Surely that is acceptable?"
[] [PROP] Yes. You are not so desperate for gold to take such trinkets. Each individual may designate a small number of items with special value which will not be seized during a wealth tax.
[] [PROP] No. All they have belongs to the people. Does the hungry worker get a signet ring? If not, why is his pride worth less than the vozhd's? Perhaps through labor he could earn it back.
[] [PROP] Negotiate. His demand is not entirely unreasonable, but there's something you take issue with. He's in no position to do anything to accept whatever you give him, the only limit is how much resentment you are willing to risk. Write in what your position is.
With that matter handled, the vozhd seemed much more confident. He had made a demand and hadn't gotten shot.
So he made his next ones. He demanded the vote be restored to priests, that they be allowed to emigrate with a portion of their property if they chose to, that they be allowed to form a limited security force to protect themselves, all designed to soothe the fears of the once-powerful.
[] [VOTE] Ha ha ha no.
[] [VOTE] We will give this due consideration.
[] [VOTE] You make a convincing argument. Very well.
[] [VOTE] Negotiate. You have all the power here. Write in what you will give.
[] [EMIGRATE] No. Those who will not contribute to the people will not be allowed to flee with their ill-gotten gains.
[] [EMIGRATE] There will be a tax for those who wish to flee to compensate those they have stolen the fruits of their labor for.
[] [EMIGRATE] You will not chain them down. If they wish to flee they may. But the revolution shall find them eventually.
[] [EMIGRATE] Negotiate. Write in what your position is.
[] [SECURE] No.
[] [SECURE] Given the reports of outrages you have given us, we will be reviewing the conduct of our men.
[] [SECURE] You will be allowed small numbers of men integrated into the more regular policing forces. This will go over very well if you localize them.
[] [SECURE] You will be allowed to form a force of no more than twenty men.
[] [SECURE] Negotiate. Write in what your position is.
[] [ENFORCE] You have given your word, that should be enough
[] [ENFORCE] You will make a public announcement.
[] [ENFORCE] Have a neutral third party act as a witness to this agreement.
[] [ENFORCE] Write-in
The vozhd left, wishing he could have done more. There was silence in the church.
Comrade Zandi spoke. "We may have set a dangerous precedent."
No one disagreed.