Okay so my sex scenes aren’t terribly graphic, but hey, the scene is about innocence so yeah. >_> Have some rioting, while you’re at it, too. As always, feedback encouraged, appreciated, and begged for.
When I woke up a few days later, Vasiliy warned me not to go through town.
“There’s a big worker’s strike and anti-government protest planned,” he explained, “And I cannot imagine it ending well. I think I’ll have a good view of things from the top floor of the government building. Want to join me and watch?” I agreed, thinking of my father’s stories from the days he spent inPetrograd.
We went to the government building before the strike began. A group of people were gathered behind the windows of the top floor of the government building, gawking at the street below. We sat in silence, every once and a while glancing out the window at the empty street. The protesters were supposed to gather at the river docks and march to the government building.
Vasiliy nudged me, “Look, they brought Cossacks.” A line of soldiers had formed in front of the building, their black uniforms forming a long fence. Behind them, high on their horses, sat a line of Cossacks with rifles crossed over their backs and with whips looped around their arms. I spotted the first protesters, distant grey figures at the end of the street. I held my breath as more and more came marching, carrying white signs with big red letters spelling out demands for higher wages and worker’s unions.
