Maya Stanislavovna Tkachyova was awoken by a knock on her apartment door at 7:17 in the morning. She grumbled as she got up from her warm soft bed and walked to the door, still in her pajamas. It wasn't an easy life living in Moscow especially during the winter, but her High School was there and she wanted to be as close as possible, her blonde hair was all messed up from the frequent nightmares that made her roll around in her bed. She got to the door and there was Lyudmila Dmitrievna Kharzina, her friend from foreign language class, they were both in their first year of high school.

"Privet!" said Lyudmila in her light tone, and then she gasped.

"Why are you not dressed yet class starts in 10 minutes!"

Maya looked at her watch and screamed, she quickly got into her uniform and put on her jacket and her lucky winter hat her father had gave her.

"Chert poberi" Maya swore.

The two girls barely made to to school in time. First class Maya had was history, this month they were learning about the Great Patriotic War. Right now the class was learning about the Battle of Kursk and Stalingrad. Maya was an expert with Russian tanks, she knew tons of them, her favorite tank however wasn't Russian, it was the British TOG-II, it had such a weird appearance it was funny to her, but it had a powerful QF 17-pounder gun, but the tank was deemed obsolete by 1941. She knew about the Iosef Stalin-2 the most, because her great great grandfather had fought as a loader in one during the Great Patriotic War.

The IS-2 or Iosef Stalin 2 was a 4-seat Russian Heavy Tank made in 1944 to combat German heavy tanks such as the Tiger. It had 120 mm of armor at the front, 90 mm on the side, and 60 mm at the rear. It supported a 122mm D25-T gun on an IS-122 gun turret. A V-2-54IS engine powered it; the Radio Operator used a 12-RT radio to communicate.

Then the PA crackled and said.

"Maya Stanislavovna Tkachyova to the Student Council Room please, thank you"

'Oh god what did I do this time?' Maya thought to herself.

She got up and walked to the Student Council room. When she got there Anna the President looked at her and said.

"Bad hair day?"

Maya realized she didn't clean up her hair this morning.

"AH! ... Da" Maya said feebly

"Don't worry about it," said Lucya the Vice President, handing her a brush.

"Spasiba!" Maya said, she was elated to finally brush her untidy hair.

Her hair stopped at her shoulders so took a relatively short amount of time to brush. Once she was done the Council PR, handed Maya a paper. It was completely in Japanese. This was okay for Maya, she knew enough Japanese to read the letter, the student council PR had to help her once or twice.

Dear Maya Stanislavovna Tkachyova,

Your request for a transfer here has been reviewed and you have been accepted as a foreign transfer student at our school. We look forward to be receiving you aboard the School Ship; inside this letter is a Airplane ticket that will take you to Kyoto where our ship is currently docked. You are the first Russian student selected to be transferred here. I hope to meet you in person when you get here.

Sincerely,

Yawashi Kukiko

Student Council President

Pravda High School