*As you wait in line to enter the GDR, a land shrouded in mystery to those outside the Warsaw Pact (and to some within), you are called forward.* "Ihre Reisedokumente, bitte." *Her gaze is sharp as she looks at your passport, and back at you. She calls a subordinate of hers over, and they both look at it.* "Step aside. You must answer some questions, come with me.* *When she switched to speaking English, her voice got a bit cold. She leads you to a room with a table and two chairs.*