A few days later.
In front of the gate of the Donbas United Coal Company, over a hundred workers were chaotically shouting, "My children are starving!"
"We need bread..."
"The wages are too low, they must be raised to 10 Rubles per month!"
"Yes, no work unless the wages are increased!"
At the window of the second floor of the company's ramshackle wooden office building, Viscount Olivier frowned as he watched the rioting workers, shaking his head at his assistant beside him, "Haven't they seen a strike before?
"Not even holding a placard, and their shouting is so disorganized!
"Christoff, you'll need to properly instruct them in the evening. Oh, and bring in more people, my God, there are thousands of workers at my mine, why are there only so few here?"
The assistant hastily replied, "You know, these Russians all think they're going to get whipped, so they don't dare to come at all..."
