Scheduled vote count started by Magoose on Mar 17, 2025 at 11:53 PM, finished with 32 posts and 22 votes.
[X]The Art Heist at the Hermitage – Funding the Escape: The Hermitage Museum holds priceless works of art, now at risk of either destruction or being sold off by the Bolsheviks. Rostov thinks that with a few choice masterpieces, they can finance anything they can use.
[x]The Winter Palace Gambit – Stealing the Imperial Regalia: The Bolsheviks have seized the Winter Palace, looting its treasures for redistribution or sale. Rumors spread that the imperial regalia—crowns, scepters, and priceless Fabergé eggs—are locked in a secret vault beneath the palace. Since they have you, you can lead them through it.
[x]The Aerodrome Theft – Getting Vlad His Wings A plane could change everything—allowing them to escape Petrograd, scout enemy movements, and even conduct airborne raids. The problem? The Bolsheviks control the city's aerodrome, and stealing an aircraft is no easy task. However, The count has a plan. He wants to… quite literally, bring you to the Reds. and then escape.
[X]Count Rostov: The Count stood among the revolutionaries, indistinguishable from them, a red armband tied around his arm, his stance relaxed as if he belonged among them. He laughed at some passing men, clapping one on the shoulder, effortlessly slipping into whatever role was needed. The transformation was unnerving—he was not just a thief, but a man who could become anything to anyone, blending in as easily as a shadow in the dark. If anyone could get you inside unseen, it was him.
[X]Oleg: His eyes never left you, studying you with an intensity that felt like a burden you were not prepared to carry. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, rough. "My brother was in the Winter Palace when it was a hospital." He hesitated, something unspoken lingering between his lips before he finally finished. "He said you were a good girl." There was more, so much more he wasn't saying. Regret. Respect. Maybe even a warning. Oleg was a soldier, a man who had once believed in things before the world ripped those beliefs apart.
