Liaodong Peninsula, Ruthenian Far East. January 30, 1929, 1200HRS.
Graupel gently falls down from the sky, building up on the ground like a carpet of white cotton in front of the Ruthenian Naval Forces Eastern Strategic Command Headquarters.
A vehicle stopped in front of the stairway that leads to the main entrance. The car door was opened by the guards stationed at the base, and one man exited the vehicle. A middle-aged man with black hair wearing a three-piece black suit adjusted the top hat sitting upon his head as he made his way up the stairs.
At the main door entrance, a Ruthenian woman in her late twenties greeted him with a smile and a bow.
"It's a pleasure to have you here, Dr. Sun Yat Sen," the girl said. "I'll be escorting you to the Admiral's office, please follow me."
