■ 🕑 11. 
   Plabinus Schreiber was a successful typographer and landlord operating in
   Meerstadt, a small district in the east side of Berlin. Well regarded by
   some, disdained by others and ignored by most, he gained notoriety for
   trying to start a cult around the vaguely biblical prophesying he made to
   noone in particular in the town square every afternoon.
   
   Considered to be the only member of this organization, it's rumoured there
   were at least one other. His or her identity remains unknown.
   
   These types of gatherings had long been outlawed by the hard socialist
   bureaucracy, although actual enforcement of them was few and far between.
   
   Little did he know, a tip off and a payment of 1000 Marks under the table by
   an unknown actor lead to a full criminal investigation into one of his
   favourite activities, that being his claim to being a children of God without
   the proper legal documents to prove so.
   
   Moments before completing the perfect ligature for a triple parentheses, the
   door to his office swung open with a crack and in came three grey clad men
   armed with handguns. The first man stepped towards him and raised his cap:
   
   "This is Toschtek Kumnets with the NKVD, you are being arrested on suspicion
   of spreading conspiracy against the Motherpoi and will be given an unfair
   trial with a jury of our choosing. Everything you have said and done up
   until now has been recorded and will be provided as evidence against you
   and you will be given 48 hours to provide a lawyer lest you perish like the
   fascist dog you are"
   
   Unfortunately, he had already alienated nearly all the good Jewish lawyers
   after the case about the stolen salami, it's doubtful Tötenfisch & co. would
   be able to vouch for him now.
   
   Plab was dragged off by the cuffs down the stairs of his office complex and
   into the armoured car waiting outside, kicking and screaming the whole way.
   
   "TAKE THE JAB!" he wailed, his fingernails scratching into the steel doors
   of the van. What those words meant to the onlookers passing by remains to be
   a mystery, and so does what became of him after that fateful day...