OdinProtsent drives up, CA AustinPua by their side. Odin cuts the handcuffs he had on the CA, Officer Pua running off, scared and without his weapon. Shane aims and shoots at Officer Pua in the back of the head.

"For the Gulag!!" Shane yells, onlookers staring his direction.

Dec 20, 20:26:15 You WACKED! AustinPua.

Tolstoy drags himself through the crowd slowly as if just moving his body was too much effort to make.

"I have been advised by my doctor to find meaning in life..." He sighs loudly. "After some discussion with Comrade Octavius, here I am."

It was a long 24 hours of dodging bullets, some grazing Shane. With a stomach and leg wound, Shane finally prevailed. Limping, Shane yelled, beating his chest 

"I survived the Gulag!!!"

Shane_Stetson, we will honor you with a crispy new ushanka.  some of us are sneakier than others and don't have to endure 7 shots.  

however, Octavius will think you have earned half a star for not surviving 7.  

but he's a purist, I suppose.  

make sure to reach out to Supreme Comrade TonyTheTailor, Comrade OdinProtsent or Comrade Octavius for your new hat! they do excellent work.

FOR THE MOTHERLAND

Plague returned back to the comrade gathering a little later than he had originally hoped, but still was now officially a survivor of the gulag. Patting his chest, various bullets dropped out from within his jacket, a testament to his foritude.

"If enduring 7 shots from these god-awful policemen is what one has to do to truly be "official" then I can safely say I fall into this category. The moment I pulled the trigger, I had these sons of bitches firing right back at me."

He produced a record log from his pocket, a few bullet holes poking through the shriveled-up paper.

"For some apparent reason, I was hunted down by familiar faces most of the time. Officer Jacques is unfortunately no longer with us, but perhaps we could've gone and had a word with him. He couldn't hit the side of a brick wall if he tried. On his second attempt, he hit some random civilian behind me! What a loser."

"I appreciate you extending the invitation, Milk. I'll have to see what TonyTheTailor cooks up for the two of us, Shane and I. Might be a bit tricky to fit a ushanka over a mask..."

Congratulations new comrade PlagueDoctor.  

Octavius is one of the finest tailors and hatters across the entire nation.  We were just talking about getting your hat fitted.  So make sure to send him a message on how you would like your new hat to fit. 

Natasha entered the holiday themed streets to make her final collections of the year. The holidays have not been kind to her as she was once again traveling west back to Mother Russia. She had taken her young nieces and nephews to their own take of Disney World. Tired and now broke, she knew she needed to come back east. As she was making her way back, her comrade Milk mentioned the two new comrades, Shane_Stetson and PlagueDoctor. 

"ColdEars and comrades, I want to the time to acknowledge two things today... first off congratulations to Mister Shane_Stetson for surviving the gulag. You are no longer a ColdEars but now a WarmEars."

Natasha nods over to her bodyguard, Sergei, and he gives her a fresh new ushanka to present to Mister Stetson.

"I hope your ears continue to stay warm comrade... unlike the now deceased PlagueDoctor. His ears will forever be cold."

She takes a second to remind herself of the mocking that PlagueDoctor's next of kin did in another street conversation.

"The 'stupid hat' that your father earned will not be given to his next of kin, PlagueyDoctor and you will now be a ColdEars forever... very much like him. May he rest in peace after the murderous Shabana shot him."