Backdated to 19th, immediately following broadcast
[She wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. There was very little she could think right now, because things were making sense, falling into place and everyone in town was learning the same things. And they were things she had hoped weren't true.
It had been fine when she could convince herself that everything was an elaborate hoax played by this town for no reason other than twisted amusement. "Soviet Mayfield" was just a trick, something to make everyone trapped here actually thankful for life in this fake American town. It hadn't meant anything.
Except now she couldn't think about it like that, not with Sergei Smirnov teleporting and bleeding, not with Grady angry and tracking him down, not with anthems and crying and sirens and bombs. There were no fallout shelters and they told children to hide underneath their desks.
Roshain goes downstairs to wait by a radio and see if there are any more broadcasts, flicking on every light on the way, and muttering almost silently to herself (but the phones only catch part of it).]
...Мы армию нашу растили в сраженьях.
Захватчиков подлых с дороги сметём.
Мы в битвах решаем судьбу поколений,
Мы к славе Отчизну свою поведём...
[We brought our army to the battles.
We shall brave the despicable invaders from the street!
In battles we shall decide the fate of generations,
We shall lead to the glory of the Motherland!]
It had been fine when she could convince herself that everything was an elaborate hoax played by this town for no reason other than twisted amusement. "Soviet Mayfield" was just a trick, something to make everyone trapped here actually thankful for life in this fake American town. It hadn't meant anything.
Except now she couldn't think about it like that, not with Sergei Smirnov teleporting and bleeding, not with Grady angry and tracking him down, not with anthems and crying and sirens and bombs. There were no fallout shelters and they told children to hide underneath their desks.
Roshain goes downstairs to wait by a radio and see if there are any more broadcasts, flicking on every light on the way, and muttering almost silently to herself (but the phones only catch part of it).]
...Мы армию нашу растили в сраженьях.
Захватчиков подлых с дороги сметём.
Мы в битвах решаем судьбу поколений,
Мы к славе Отчизну свою поведём...
[We brought our army to the battles.
We shall brave the despicable invaders from the street!
In battles we shall decide the fate of generations,
We shall lead to the glory of the Motherland!]