Part 1: What the hell did happen at that bar I wondered? Much remains a blur to the point of frustration. The Housing Minister, staring with a worried face finally begins to speak again after my brief outburst, "The bar? Comrade even I don't recall much about what happened.". He began to recall as much detail as possible, "hmm bar, well you were at your "administration office" at the sectioned off corner. I recalled seeing not one but two of you! Either it was because I myself was smashed drunk by the excessive Vodka or your double happened to be at the bar that night.". My double? I began to think why I would allow my double to sit side by side with me at the same table. "Was there anyone else at the table?" I questioned. The Housing Minister recalled, "Ah, well there was a few other fellow comrades inclu...gah my back!". It was with sudden realization that the Housing Minister had an arrow to the back after what appeared to be the routine "accident" of the day. As the Minister laid on the ground, I reminded him to be sure that the windows would be arrow proof instead of bullet proof next time. Eh, he'll get over that arrow soon enough, they all do at some point. From there, it was time to attend to my usual business at my glorious office within the comfort of the bar itself. On another clean Leningrad day, the streets remained relatively quiet as well as devoid of much life. Huh, that party last night seemed more severe than I originally thought. Suddenly, a vibration began to be felt within the left pocket of the suit. Taking whatever was within my pocket, I soon realized it was one of those new fancy touch screen cellphones. Cellphone? Since when did I use such capitalist technologies? Answering, a new panic voice took over the conversation, "Comrade, I did as you asked and well, I'm now in some dark cold World filled with yellow rocky soil. It seems not all when according to plan.". Responding, "Plan? Right comrade, I appeared to have had a bit of amnesia last night from errr...I still can't remember. So who am I talking to and what did I tell you to do last night?". After a slight pause, "It's me comrade! Your double! I'm surprised you don't remember much from last night since you seemed livelier than usual. Then again that might explain something...". "WHAT?, Tell me now comrade" interrupting him in the middle of the sentence. Continuing, he explained, "Well, although I was on a mission to infiltrate Rothsbard, you recalled me back to Leningrad that night on the request I came with two touchscreen cellphones. It was upon my arrival that you told me the mission...well...at least to the best of your ability." Interrupting, "right, so I recalled you back to Leningrad with two cellphones to explain a new mission, go on.". He continued, "Well comrade, at first you were complementing me as though you were looking at yourself in a mirror. Afterwards, you began to talk about time travel quantum mechanics and other science fiction terminology that involved another dimension full of resources all focused on one landmass with the potential of causing nuclear devastation. It was through all that you began to slur half way through some of your words. Luckily comrade drunk is among my various languages that I can translate". Stopping him again, "Wait, you can speak drunk? Also, why do you take a drunk man's words seriously?". After a slight pause he explained, "Well it was either the mission or death comrade Zombielenin. So I went with the mission and yes, I found that mineral deposit along with others. Let's just say although I'm you, I don't have your charisma comrade. They then went on to put me here in this cold dark dimension.". "Comrade, is there anyone else in this dimension?" I replied. After a few additional seconds, "No there doesn't app...wait...I see two eyes in the distance...now four eyes, six...oh god comrade, they're coming closer...No.....NOO.....NOOOOOOO!". Well....perhaps it's time to actually go into the bar at this point.