Personal Diary of Ivan Lenin

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Ruins.Memo1

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**Personal Diary of Ivan Lenin** (Russian: *Личный дневник Ивана Ленина*) is a text document in *ATOM RPG*.

## Transcript

1986

Starting my personal journal. My name is Ivan Lenin, for which I should be thankful to my grandfather, who changed his surname in 1920... Today, colonel Malyshev made me the deputy of junior colonel Epstein, and we're moving out for a scouting mission on the surface. I'm pretty happy about this, as it means I'm not the only one who started hearing scratching noises and grinding sounds from behind our walls. We're all probably going slightly nuts from the isolation. Some of the scientists, on the other hand, believe that the source of the sounds is different. They think it's the results of the experiments that were implemented here. They are knocking, to be let in...

We went on the first floor of the Bunker. Were met by senior attendant Artemyev. Told us that his partner on the job Petrov has gone crazy. Ran around the Bunker, threatening to kill everyone. Artemyev and Private Sidorov locked him up in the maintenance room. The code: 4316. Pavel Makartyan went to check up on him. When Petrov saw him, he started yelling that he is seeing a dead man. Started accusing Pavel of being a body double of the original Pavel who allegedly died... We left him food and are now trying to forget about him for a time.

Artemyev and Sidorov wanted to join us. Epstein agreed, and we all moved out together.

Things seem pretty normal outside, but I had mixed feelings about the surroundings non the less. Clouds look menacing, and seem to be too close to the ground. Everything is flooded to the east of the entrance. And the main thing - you can't hear any animals. Neither birds, nor beasts, if I say so myself. It's quiet. And it's scary.

We found the helicopter where it's supposed to have been standing, and it looks well preserved. Even though Artemyev said that judging by his weather charts, more than 30 acid rainfalls have passed since moment X. Because of that, he believes that the helicopter is now irradiated, and any attemps to use it would be deadly. What a coward!

Colonel Epstein decided we should split up. Myself, Pavel Makartyan, Starikov and Harrisonovich will be staying near the entrance, and trying to start up the helicopter. He, and the rest will go to Krasnoznamenny. Quite the mission, actually. I'm not too afraid of this alleged "irradiation", despite all of Artemyev's bitching, but some fears I really do have. Everything just makes me mad lately! The damn bucket on tracks broke on the first floor, the helicopter broke too! Nothing is working properly anymore!

What done is done. Epstein and the rest moved out. We four decided to rest near the entrance, and start checking out the helicopter in the morning. We made a fire, pitched up some tents... Then, Pavel suddenly became a little moody. "Ugh..." - He said. - "Yesterday... Well, what seems like yesterday... All our troubles seemed so far away. But now it sure as hell seems like they are here to stay". After these words, even I fell into a philosophical mood. Took out a cigarette, and said: "Imagine, guys. There are probably no more countries. Nothing to kill or die for. And no religions or ideologies too. Nothing of the sort.". Starikov looked at me funny, then pointed to our surroundings and said that it's "too late to quit drinking when your liver already collapsed". A bold statement in our situation.

Now then! A new day, and a new day's labor! We're starting the bird's checkup today. Like some people say, Gagarin went to space, and saw no radiation even from up there! Radiation sickness, radiation poisoning... A load of bull if you ask me!