Shadows of Kremlin 1924 (IC)

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

Grandiose walls and church towers of the Kremlin always stood above Moscow as silent sentries keeping eternal watch over Moscow. In seventh year after the revolution, new kind of politicians was going through its winding hallways. They used to be revolutionaries in the past, men and women who considered building better society their historical errand. One day in October, they found themselves with largest land empire on Earth firmly in their grasp.

Seven years had gone by. Years of war. Years of poverty. Years of hope. Lenin, hailed as lighthouse of Revolution died a fragile man, afters spending last years of his life confined to his bed. His mausoleum stands outside Kremlin's wall as a monument to a man who transformed into the undying of socialist future. Within those walls, struggle for his heritage fights on between idealists and opportunists, backstabbers and heroes, old and new guards.

It is your Revolution to win and for better or worse, you're going to fight it to the end.

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[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

Kremlin Senate, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 4:37AM

It was snowing outside.


Mikuliyeev sat at his desk in Kremlin Senate looking at snow covered yard through the large glass window. He was dressed in his best dark tan suit and tasteful red bowtie. On his phonograph, Smetana's "Tábor" played. In little more than two hours, he will go down to the meeting room for a joint meeting of Council of People's Commissars and Politburo. But first he had to look at the papers.

Every morning, at exactly four of clock in the morning Mikuliyeev's secretary brought him reports from all over Soviet Union. Many were handwritten, delivered in variety of languages and dialects, some badly translated into Russian. Mikuliyeev sorted them out, answered on many of them while sending others to other Commissars and Politburo members, after writing notes on the margins of them. He spent a lot of time pouring after one worrying report from Ravon. He finally sent the report to comrade Nikolai Ivanovich Antipov with a simple note saying:

"Comrade Antipov, I'm sending you this report from Chairman of Council of People's Commisars of Turkestan A.S.S.R..It speaks about dire predicament that took place in So'x district. Please make sure appropriate steps are undertaken to prevent such outbreaks of counterrevolutionary violence."

The report was actually a short telegram. It spoke in hurried, feverish outbursts:

"Party school in Limbur attacked by Turkish bandits. Eleven dead, seventeen wounded. Local militia went after attackers. No report from them. Kishiyev"

Mikuliyeev had no idea who Kishiyev was, but everything indicated this was the work of Basmachi gangs. He went over several other papers before stepping from the table and going towards the meeting room. This day was going to be a long one.

[Amuaplye]

Lenin's Mausoleum

Moscow, USSR

Nikodin walked out of his vehicle, only saying "Не возвращайся, чтобы получить меня. Я вернусь в офисы." to the driver.

He walked past the guards, as he clutched a bouquet of flowers. He went inside, his footsteps echoing throughout the halls. He slowly opened the door to where Lenin was. "Это, должно быть, его комната..." He muttered to himself. He walked in, a congregation of people had already gathered. "Извините, Извините." He had to say multiple times. He then set the flowers next to the sarcophagus, and slowly left the mausoleum.

(Kill Count: 0)

(English Translations below.)

1. Do not come back to get me. I'll walk back to my office.
2. This must be his room...
3. Excuse me, Excuse me.

[St George Territory]

Apartment near the Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:22 AM
-the snow will arrive like a fox in a dream-
white itself and the fox white
-VASYL MAKHNO

The snow fell hard in Moscow, the cold looming outside the dreary windows of Kostyantyn's apartment, snow building up upon it. He dreaded having to get up from his warm room and his Wife and children and to the Kremlin, but he relented as he looked at the clock, thinking to himself, 'At least I can still have a cup of tea.' Kostyantyn carefully got up and prepared himself a cup. His body aching and bringing him pain every step of the way, it didn't bother him as much as it once did, but the stresses of the recent famines that had occurred had begun to make life as the People's Commissar of Agriculture a living hell in itself. Sipping the warm brew and looking outside, he chuckled to himself that Mikuliyeev was most likely already waiting impatiently at the Kremlin, a true worker, compared to many other members of the Soviet government, Kostyantyn found Mikuliyeev to be relatively likable. He frowned as he gazed down to the issue of Pravda on the death of Comrade Lenin, "Well, Comrade Lenin, off I go." And with that, he put on his jacket and his cap.

The streets of Moscow were relatively busy, Kostyantyn moved relatively quickly in the direction of the Kremlin, relying on his cane for every step he took. Walking past the Kazan cathedral and giving polite greetings to the Muscovites who recognized him, before entering the Kremlin, he looked to his left to Lenin's mausoleum and entered the Kremlin, past the guards and towards the meeting room.

[Amuaplye]

Apartment near the Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:22 AM
-the snow will arrive like a fox in a dream-
white itself and the fox white
-VASYL MAKHNO

The snow fell hard in Moscow, the cold looming outside the dreary windows of Kostyantyn's apartment, snow building up upon it. He dreaded having to get up from his warm room and his Wife and children and to the Kremlin, but he relented as he looked at the clock, thinking to himself, 'At least I can still have a cup of tea.' Kostyantyn carefully got up and prepared himself a cup. His body aching and bringing him pain every step of the way, it didn't bother him as much as it once did, but the stresses of the recent famines that had occurred had begun to make life as the People's Commissar of Agriculture a living hell in itself. Sipping the warm brew and looking outside, he chuckled to himself that Mikuliyeev was most likely already waiting impatiently at the Kremlin, a true worker, compared to many other members of the Soviet government, Kostyantyn found Mikuliyeev to be relatively likable. He frowned as he gazed down to the issue of Pravda on the death of Comrade Lenin, "Well, Comrade Lenin, off I go." And with that, he put on his jacket and his cap.



The streets of Moscow were relatively busy, Kostyantyn moved relatively quickly in the direction of the Kremlin, relying on his cane for every step he took. Walking past the Kazan cathedral and giving polite greetings to the Muscovites who recognized him, before entering the Kremlin, he looked to his left to Lenin's mausoleum and entered the Kremlin, past the guards and towards the meeting room.

6:25 AM

The Apartment of Comrade Stegnov

Moscow, USSR

He returned, and he walked into his bedroom. He put on a much thicker coat, realizing that the coat he wore on his trip was too inadequate. He then adjusted his tie, and walked out of the room. He then walked through the cold weather of Moscow, and then walked to the Kremlin. "Это товарищ Стегнов. Я бы хотел войти." He said.

The guards nodded, and he entered the halls of the Kremlin. He then went to his office, and sat down. He sighed, saying "Какие проблемы у нас есть сегодня?" He leaned in his chair, waiting for the phone to ring or for someone to knock on the door.


(English Translations:

1. This is Comrade Stegnov. I'd like to enter.
2. What problems do we have today?

[St George Territory]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:22 AM
-and there are no explanations – who will sweep
those ashes – who is waiting-
-VASYL MAKHNO

Kostyantyn continued his march through the hallowed halls of the Kremlin but had heard the door to Comrade Stegnov's office close shut, looking down the hallway, he thought that he might as well have a chat with Stegnov and discuss current events with him before the other Commissars were to arrive at the Kremlin. Kostyantyn limped his way to Stegnov's door and knocked on it, saying, "It is Commissar Kovalov."

[Amuaplye]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:22 AM
-and there are no explanations – who will sweep
those ashes – who is waiting-
-VASYL MAKHNO

Kostyantyn continued his march through the hallowed halls of the Kremlin but had heard the door to Comrade Stegnov's office close shut, looking down the hallway, he thought that he might as well have a chat with Stegnov and discuss current events with him before the other Commissars were to arrive at the Kremlin. Kostyantyn limped his way to Stegnov's door and knocked on it, saying, "It is Commissar Kovalov."

He heard the knock. "Да?" he said. He was in the middle of writing a letter. He then heard what Kovalov said, and then said "Войдите."

(English Translations:

1. Yes?
2. Come in.)

[St George Territory]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:31 AM
-Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber-
- Alexandr Pushkin

Kostyantyn opened the door upon hearing Stegnov and made his way to a chair in front of his desk. "How are you Comrade Stegnov?" Kostyantyn took his cap off and rubbed his eyes saying, "I hope I'm not inconveniencing you from your work comrade."

[Amuaplye]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:31 AM
-Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber-
- Alexandr Pushkin

Kostyantyn opened the door upon hearing Stegnov and made his way to a chair in front of his desk. "How are you Comrade Stegnov?" Kostyantyn took his cap off and rubbed his eyes saying, "I hope I'm not inconveniencing you from your work comrade."

"Я был в середине письма, но он может подождать, я думаю. И я не саркастичен. Это не так важно. О чем вы хотите поговорить?"


1. I was in the middle of writing a letter, but that could wait, I guess. And I'm not being sarcastic. It's not that important. What do you wish to talk about?

(I'm going to go to bed.)

[St George Territory]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:32 AM
-Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling-
-Alexandr Pushkin

Sitting up straighter in the chair, Kostyantyn said; "That's good Comrade, just looking to discuss current events such as the Basmachi crisis, and economic policies to bring up during the coming meeting of the commissars and the politiburo."

[Machtergreifung]

Office of the Chief of Staff of the Red Army
The Kremlin, Moscow
10th February, 1924
8.49 AM

The tattered staff car pulled up to the front steps of red bricked office in the Kremlin compound while the sentries gave a diligent snap to attention. Nikolai Ivanovich Antipov along with his assistant commander Kurgan emerged from the car. Despite the chill February morning, Antipov's greatcoat was open as he bounded up the steps and into his office, and it snapped behind him as the sentries returned their arms to rest. Nikolai was keen to start the day, rising as he always did when he was in Moscow at 8AM before being driven from his apartment in Moscow to the Kremlin. The day promised to be particularly interesting as the first technical reports on the potential adaptability of salvaged FT tanks from the Civil War had arrived this morning, or so Kurgan had informed him when he arrived with the car and the driver that morning. While Antipov had made his name in the Civil War as a fine leader of cavalry, he remained an infantryman at heart, and the prospect of these tanks being rolled out into general production excited him - he had heard from the Western Front of the success that the British had enjoyed with such vehicles, and he had seen the power of armoured cars for himself in the Ukraine and Poland.

As he entered the foyer of his command building, the young orderly on duty sprung to attention. "Comrade Antipov, a message from Comrade Mikuliyeev arrived earlier this morning!"

Antipov thanked the orderly, remembering him from his days as a platoon commander in the Kuban, and the thought struck him that he had seemed impossibly young back then, and even some seven years later, he did not seem much older now. Then again, Nikolai himself was still young at 31, and even the years of hard fare during the war had not aged him overly-much. Unlike Kurgan, who despite being only three years older than Antipov had aged horrifically, first in the trenches of the Great War and then even more so during the Crimea campaign.

Antipov and Kurgan made their way to the expansive office that marked out Antipov's authority as the ranking soldier in the Red Army, as well as the man responsible for the security of the heart of the Revolution. Mikuliyeev's note was concering the Basmachi movement, which had most of the fight knocked out of it by a two-fold campaign of political concessions and military force. Despite this, a hardcore element remained and still resisted the revolution.

"Kurgan, go and get the others, and we'll see if we can't think up something to put Comrade Mikuliyeev's mind at rest. I'll go get the maps of Central Asia, if you go and get the rest of the staff and meet me in the conference room."

Antipov had done a good job in selecting his staff for his role in charge of the Red Army. The winds of the Civil War had meant that most of the old Tsarist officer corps had been marginalized as politically questionable, but while that meant that a great deal of experience had been lost, it caused a massive opening for younger men to rise rapidly in the ranks, men like Antipov himself. Kurgan had been a literate peasant working as a quartermaster in the Great War, and now he was Antipov's deputy commander, and the rest of his staff followed the same general trend. Miloykan, who had been a clerk and then a senior NCO before commanding a cavarly brigade. Sorkin, who had been too young to fight in the Great War but had ended up being such an effective agitator that Antipov had brought him on board as his commisar.

Together, while the average age was only in the mid-thirties, these men had all extensive first hand combat experience, and with extensive resources at their disposal, it was not long before they developed a plan to finally put out the embers of the Basmachi movement once and for all. Sending Kurgan off with the rough draft of operational orders to the typist pool, Antipov sat down himself to write a response to Mikuliyeev.

Comrade Mikuliyeev,

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. While counter-revolutionary resistance in the region is broken, it is not yet extinguished. Myself and my staff have examined the situation and have taken the following steps:

- Additional aircraft to be sent to the region to increase reconassaince capabilities of Red Army units in the area.
- Five detached cavarly brigades from the Siberian Military District will be redeployed to the So'x region to operate as independent cavarly columns on counter-revolutionary activity.
- Directions will be given to Red Army units in the region to offer concessions to co-operative villages in the form of money/grain/livestock.
- Directions will be given to Red Army units in the region to conduct reprisals against villages found to be involved with or coperating with counter-revolutionary elements.
- Additional Red Army units will be deployed on a garrison basis if needed.

Please inform me if you have any further suggestions or recommendations. In your political capacity, please make the importance of effective communcation known to your counterparts in the Turkestan ASSR.

Comrade Antipov,
Cheif of Staff, Red Army.
Commander, Moscow Military District

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:31 AM
-Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber-
- Alexandr Pushkin

Kostyantyn opened the door upon hearing Stegnov and made his way to a chair in front of his desk. "How are you Comrade Stegnov?" Kostyantyn took his cap off and rubbed his eyes saying, "I hope I'm not inconveniencing you from your work comrade."

"Я был в середине письма, но он может подождать, я думаю. И я не саркастичен. Это не так важно. О чем вы хотите поговорить?"


1. I was in the middle of writing a letter, but that could wait, I guess. And I'm not being sarcastic. It's not that important. What do you wish to talk about?

(I'm going to go to bed.)

There was another shy knock on the door of Stegnov's office.

[St George Territory]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:32 AM
-Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling-
-Alexandr Pushkin

Upon hearing the knock at the door Kostyantyn turned, saying; "I'll go see who it is." And walked to the office door, and opened it saying; "How may I help you Comrade?"

[Greater Persian State]

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Lubyanka, Moscow


Emil Volodya sat in his office pouring over papers, records of executions, arrests, elimination of suspected counter revolutionaries, etc. etc. The job as director of the OGPU was never easy. There were spies everywhere, schemes of capitalist sabotage were always abound. Volodya looked at the time, hm, he had an interrogation to oversee. He walked down the clean and tidy halls of Lubyanka, he walked down the clean stairs, and entered the first floor. He opened a shabby wooden door contrasting with the mighty doors connecting most rooms. The steady ticking of the clocks was replaced with shouting, screams, and an occasional gunshot. The infamous basement of Lubyanka. One guard motioned too a cell, Emil opened the door, and saw a man sitting in the corner, lip full of blood, and Emil was careful to avoid the ground which was littered with feces. Emil motioned for a desk to be set up and with tea. He only intervened in investigations when absolutely needed. Tea arrived and Emil commanded the prisoner.
"Sit." The prisoner refused to get up. "Sit you silly man, it's only tea." The man slowly got up. He began to drink the tea. Glaring at Emil the whole time. Emil smiled. "It is not poison, I assure you." Emil took a sip from the man's cup and gave it back to him. The man began to drink more wholeheartedly. Emil looked at his file. Alexsandr Volkyov. He was a small business owner in Moscow. He had three employees, who had left him during the revolution. He had been spotted consorting with two strange men, he had been watched and the men he was meeting with were suspected agents of the British government. Or at least that was the file. "Alexansdr. Nothing cannot be forgiven. The revolution is not antithetical to mercy. But you Alexansdr have not behaved. You have been very bad. But do not worry." Emil smiled kindly. "You can be forgiven, the crimes of capitalism can be absolved by revolutionary absolution. But only through honesty Alexsandr." Alexsandr ignored him. "Do not ignore me. I know you have children, a daughter, a wife, they're death would bring you sadness yes? Nobody wants that to happen. But this is the case with all families. Alexsandr do you know what you have done? Did you know that your treason resulted in the death of 15 industrial workers. Honest men, can you be honest? You existed for these men to die. Your intelligence allowed our factories to be bombed. You know this Alexsandr. You know your are a murderer. You know you are a killer, you are a maker of orphans." Alexsandr began to cry. Slow, long tears. He nodded silently. Do you repent my friend? You can be forgiven." Alexsandr nodded silently, the tears coming down his cheek. "Then you are forgiven." Emil stood up, he looked Alexsandr in the eye. Alexsandr cried, Emil confronted him, patting his shoulder. Emil took out a sheet of paper. It was a confession. "Sign my friend. Sign." Alexsandr cried and signed without reading. "Good job. You will be forgiven." Emil left the room and motioned to the guards. As Emil went up the stairs, a pistol shot rang out, and the cries were silenced. Emil did not enjoy brutality, but he saw every shot as necessary for the preservation of a powerful Russia, strong on the inside, and out. He returned to his office and put Radio Moscow on. As he listened he penned a note to be delivered to Comrade Mikuliyeev.

Comrade Mikuliyeev
I was hoping we could meet before the incoming party congress, and discuss matters of importance.
Comrade Volodya

Lubyanka

He was about to put his coat on when a telegram was delivered. It read

"Party school in Limbur attacked by Turkish bandits. Eleven dead, seventeen wounded. Local militia went after attackers. No report from them. Kishiyev"

Turkestan it seemed, was flaring up again. Well, that was going to be his job. He was going to beat the army to it anyways. He went to the telephone.
"Yes Comrade. Tashkent......What do you mean Tashkent isn't connecting? This is Lubyanka, make it connect." After a few minutes of waiting he heard fuzzy static and then a static filled voice. "Ah yes Comrade. This is Comrade Volodya at Lubyanka. I've heard of reports in Turkestan about banditry and target of party buildings. This cannot be tolerated.........yes, yes, I understand local militia is not capable. Yes, yes I know. In fact, that's exactly why I'm taking this out of your hands.....it's entirely necessary.....you just told me Comrade that the militia is incompetent.....enough, enough, enough. This is going to be done right. I'm sending my men, accommodate them as necessary. Yes.....no......no......Alright, goodbye." He put the phone down rang a new number. "Yes Vasily. Dispatch Siberia OGPU group to Tashkent, follow leads around the countryside. No I can't go.....why not? It's party congress....I know it's mostly nonsense but it's important regardless. Alright...yes they can take a car on the rail. Alright....goodbye." He sat down, put on his coat. He motioned to an officer in the hall. He waited for a few minutes...these stupid bandits attacking party headquarters. Just another concern. He saw his car arrived, time to head home and await on the reply from Comrade Mikuliyeev.


Sverdlovsk

Sverdlovsk had been a center of Chekist activity since the murderer of the Tyrant Tsar in that very city. In the rail station, the trains whistle blew as officers boarded the train, it was a short train, just five or six cars. It would take small rails into the steppe, before proceeding on horse and foot to pursue revolutionary justice. Roughly 350 officers were getting on. The remaining few rushed up in the cars as the wheels began to move, with the train full. The whistle blew again into the silent night, the smoke began to emerge and the train began to move. The key was to get there first, exact brutal reprisals, before the slower moving army could bring force to bear.

[Dentali]

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[Amuaplye]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 6:32 AM
-Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling-
-Alexandr Pushkin

Sitting up straighter in the chair, Kostyantyn said; "That's good Comrade, just looking to discuss current events such as the Basmachi crisis, and economic policies to bring up during the coming meeting of the commissars and the politiburo."

"Всего минуту, мне нужно пойти в магазин, чтобы получить последнее издание «Правда». Или у вас есть это? Всегда хорошо знать, что вы говорите о проблемах, прежде чем это делать." He said.

"There was another shy knock on the door of Stegnov's office.

"Войдите, товарищ."

Upon hearing the knock at the door Kostyantyn turned, saying; "I'll go see who it is." And walked to the office door, and opened it saying; "How may I help you Comrade?"

"Спасибо, что сделали это для меня, товарищ."

1. Just a minute, I need to go to the shop to get the latest edition of Pravda. Or do you have it? It's always good to know what you're talking about issues-wise before actually doing it.
2. Come in, Comrade.
3. Thank you for doing that for me, Comrade.

[Dentali]

Antonin Ikovle Yurievich was tired. He had been tired before certainly, this exhaustion that enveloped the soul and the will, but he had always been energized by the fires over the revolution, the glories of the revolution, of fighting for the revolution and dying for the revolution. But now Lenin was dead and the revolution had suffered in its victory.

He had authored the War Communism policy for Lenin, for the war and the revolution, he knew that it would make the peacetime economy that much weaker but he did what Lenin told him, what he believed was necessary but now in the year 1924 he came to regret those choices.

Yurivich had been one of Lenin's key advisers and one who favored a more decentralized socialism, and since the bread riot in 1921 the New Economic Policy had been implemented. His brainchild, a mixed economy a move away from full nationalization more favorable to the farms and small villages across the nation.

Today he would finally be presenting his proposal that would open up the markets to free trade, not completely but enough. Lenin had agreed with these policies in the last few years, the result had been encouraging, production jumped 40% after the famine of 1921 because of Yurivich's policies.

It hadn't been easy though, it was in no uncertain terms a retreat from the ideals of socialism, this was state capitalism. But it worked, agricultural production increased greatly, farmers could now sell some of the produce creating personal incentives and winning favor from the rural population. It was Yurivich's hope that the last set of policies could bring back the economy to pre war levels by 28. But he needed allies, the Left Opposition would be losing their head over this....

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

Mikuliyeev entered the room. He was a bit surprised to see Kostyantyn Semenovych in the doorframe: "Good morning, Konstantin Semyonovych! " He acknowledged the General Secretary with a curt nod and a greeting: "Comrade Stegnov, I came here to discuss the agenda of the joint meeting of Council of People's Commissars and Politburo. I believe first point we should discuss is present situation in Fergana Valley. Basmachi rebellion is already almost defeated by the issue of making the region stable in the long term still remains. We must do, what Imperial administration failed to do and that is making those people loyal citizens.

Second point I wished to discuss is delineation of borders in Caucus and Central Asia. I believe members of Soviet of the nationalities should be invited to be briefed about what exactly do we intend to do. Right of people to self-determination was one of things Comrade Lenin had always stressed.

Third point would be the matter of Relations between Soviet Union and United Kingdom. It had been eight days since we were formally recognized and we have to decide upon our politics towards largest Worlds Superpower..

Now, those points will be discussed in session of Congress of Soviets today so it is important that the Party and government have coordinated stance on them.Is there anything else you'd like to do put on the agenda?"

There was another knock on the door. It was a Komsomol member delivering a message for Mikuliyeev. He scribbled back the response:

"Comrade Voldja. I'm currently in the office of the General Secretary. I'll be joining you when our meeting is done. Mikuliyev."

[Amuaplye]

Mikuliyeev entered the room. He was a bit surprised to see Kostyantyn Semenovych in the doorframe: "Good morning, Konstantin Semyonovych! " He acknowledged the General Secretary with a curt nod and a greeting: "Comrade Stegnov, I came here to discuss the agenda of the joint meeting of Council of People's Commissars and Politburo. I believe first point we should discuss is present situation in Fergana Valley. Basmachi rebellion is already almost defeated by the issue of making the region stable in the long term still remains. We must do, what Imperial administration failed to do and that is making those people loyal citizens.

Second point I wished to discuss is delineation of borders in Caucus and Central Asia. I believe members of Soviet of the nationalities should be invited to be briefed about what exactly do we intend to do. Right of people to self-determination was one of things Comrade Lenin had always stressed.

Third point would be the matter of Relations between Soviet Union and United Kingdom. It had been eight days since we were formally recognized and we have to decide upon our politics towards largest Worlds Superpower..

Now, those points will be discussed in session of Congress of Soviets today so it is important that the Party and government have coordinated stance on them.Is there anything else you'd like to do put on the agenda?"

There was another knock on the door. It was a Komsomol member delivering a message for Mikuliyeev. He scribbled back the response:

"Comrade Voldja. I'm currently in the office of the General Secretary. I'll be joining you when our meeting is done. Mikuliyev."

Nikodin wrote down everything that was on the agenda.

"Вот мои мнения по этому вопросу. Прежде всего, с повстанцами в Ферганской долине, я говорю, что мы захватываем все ворчания и убиваем лидеров.

Для разграничения границ на Кавказе я говорю, что мы делим их на основе этнических групп, чтобы предотвратить гражданскую войну.

И с отношениями между нашим государством, Союзом Советских Социалистических Республик и их государством, Соединенным Королевством Великобритании и Северной Ирландии, мы говорим, что мы пытаемся укрепить наши отношения с ними, а затем у меня есть секретный план.

Я также хочу добавить в повестку дня законопроект о расходовании средств, чтобы наши ведущие ученые и военные логисты могли исследовать и импортировать новые технологии из наших соседних стран."

He then looked down at his notes, and then back at Semenovych.

"Товарищ Семенович, когда начнется встреча на Съезде Советов? Я должен бежать в магазин, чтобы получить газету."

1. Here are my opinions on these issues. First of all, with the insurgents in the Ferghana Valley, I say that we capture all grunts and kill the leaders.

To delineate borders in the Caucasus, I say that we divide them on the basis of ethnic groups in order to prevent a civil war.

And with the relationship between our state, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and their state, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, we are going to strengthen our relations with them, and then I have a secret plan.

I also wish to add to the agenda a bill to spend money to get our top scientists and military logicians to research and import new technology from our neighboring nations.

2. Comrade Semenovych, when will the meeting in the Congress of Soviets start? I have to run to the store to get a newspaper.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"It was scheduled at 11 o clock." Mikuliyeev replied. "You want to increase importation of military goods? What kind of them?"

[Amuaplye]

"It was scheduled at 11 o clock." Mikuliyeev replied. "You want to increase importation of military goods? What kind of them?"

"Все технологии у них есть, но мы этого не делаем. Во всяком случае, мне нужно пойти в магазин. Я вернусь через несколько минут." He put his coat on, and left the room.


A few minutes later

Nikodin returned, and removed his coat. "Который сейчас час? Я забыл свои часы в своей квартире."



1. All technology they have, but we don't. Anyway, I need to go to the store. I'll be back in a few minutes.

2. What time is it? I forgot my watch back at my apartment.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"It's ten minutes to nine." Mikuliyeev replied after looking at his pocket-watch. "I'll jot down the discussion on importation and add it to the agenda of the meeting."

[Amuaplye]

"It's ten minutes to nine." Mikuliyeev replied after looking at his pocket-watch. "I'll jot down the discussion on importation and add it to the agenda of the meeting."

"Похоже, у нас есть час и пятьдесят минут. Я добавлю еще кое-что к повестке дня, исходя из основных историй в сегодняшнем номере «Правды».

Похоже, у нас есть час и пятьдесят минут. Я добавлю еще кое-что к повестке дня, исходя из основных историй в сегодняшнем номере «Правды». Нет. Также ... нам нужно проголосовать за председателя Народных Комиссаров. Каждая фракция, правые, левые, модераторы и профсоюзы должны выдвигать кандидатуру. Это будет сегодня. Завтра мы проголосуем за это, и Политбюро проголосует за подтверждение указанного кандидата, как только он выиграет выборы на съезде Советов. Если Политбюро отвергает победителя, промойте и повторите, пока Политбор не примет победителя."

1. Looks like we have an hour and fifty minutes then. I'll add more things to the agenda based off of the main stories in today's issue of Pravda.

Looks like we have an hour and fifty minutes then. I'll add more things to the agenda based off of the main stories in today's issue of Pravda. No. Also... we need to have a vote on the Chairman of the People's Commissars. Each faction, the Rightists, Leftists, Moderates, and the Trade Unions, must nominate a candidate. That will be today. Tomorrow, we vote on it, and the Politburo will vote on the confirmation of said nominee once he has won the Congress of Soviets election. If the Politburo rejects the winner, rinse and repeat until the Politburo accepts the winner. .

(OOC: Can you describe the main articles of this issue of Pravda in your next post, please?)

[Democratic Peoples republic of Kelvinsi]

HQ of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Fleet, Leningrad, Russia

It was a rather warm January in Leningrad, unfortunately, the mild weather was not enough to cheer Aminev apart. In his quest to make the Red Fleet the primordial branch for the Revolution he made enemies... many enemies. Aminev knew more than 20 men that would want him dead, and that the strength of the Navy, and its loyalty to him personally is the only thing that kept his head on his shoulders. Aminev sighed, it was a good thing that he did not have a family. Forcing that thought out of his mind, he forced himself to relax. There was much work to be done if he was to remain standing, and for him to remain powerful the Navy would need to become the strongest branch. [

Looking at his files he had the plans to create an amphibious vehicle, nothing more than a simple river patrol vessel armed with a machinegun and outfitted with wheels. Granted it was no marvel of military engineering, in fact, it was rather crude, but that does not hamper the fact that the creation of such a vessel would enable to motorization of the Naval Infantry divisions of the Navy, and further solidify the Navy's infantry component. Granted much of the Naval infantry still had to fight on foot, but by concentrating such vehicles in certain formations the Naval Infantry would be able to rapidly exploit breakthroughs. The army would certainly not be happy about the development, but their concerns did not matter at all to Aminev. One naval infantry division was already deployed in Central Asia, it was clear there were deficiencies in the structure, as the division has been performing far worse than expected. Mostly due to a lack of artillery support, with 24 guns being given to the entire division. But the naval infantry has created a consistent supply of persons for the Caspian Sea Brigs.

The Naval Infantry did not change the fact that he needed allies to keep himself alive. He decided to write a letter to the head of the OPGU one of the few people he has not yet alienated. He quickly penned the letter and went to sleep tomorrow will be a big day.

Dear Comrade Volodya

Comrade let me be the first to applaud your efforts to root out counterrevolutionaries in the country. I suggest a deal between our two branches. I propose that our Navy's Special Purpose Commissariat, and your organization undertake cooperation in order to capture and reform prisoners.

Regards,

Comrade Aminev

Caspian Sea, Brigady Vozrozhdeniye

The Siberian work camps of the OPGU were brutal, however, the Red Navy's brigs made them look like a vacation to the Urals. The prisoners of the brigs, in this case, suspected guerrillas and collaborators in theory, entire villages with children and elderly from the insurgency area given no respite in practice, were shackled together on the ship, with barely enough room to lay down, the brigs have earned a reputation as a place where the prisoners would forge fake confessions to the OPGU in the hope of a quick merciful death. Unlike the death camps of Siberia, where suicide is very easy, the brigs do not even offer that mercy. Due the fact that the prisoners spend 24 hours of the day shackled to their beds, and just enough food to keep them from death, the brigs were a living hell without escape.

Suspected important persons were interrogated through a variety of tortures that would make even a veteran OPGU wince, and unlike their brutish counterparts in the Secret Police, the interrogators in the Navy's Special Purpose Commissariat had a lot more tact to their craft. Rather than inflicting bodily harm to their prisoners, the Navy's SPC prefers psychological torture coupled with intensive brainwashing. All prisoners were to go without sleep for upwards fo 72 hours, through the use of extremely loud music. Chinese Water Torture is done to extract information or simply to strike fear. Mock executions were extremely common, with a few live rounds being fired, and the prisoner transported to another brig to cause panic amongst the prisoners. A favorite of the SPC was putting victims in an empty white room without any windows, and just leaving them there.

Once victims have been tortured enough they would be transported to "Reeducation Brigs" where intensive brainwashing occurs. Nothing physical occurs here the drones would already be broken enough by then. Just some intensive brainwashing and they would either be released back to the community or be sent to the Far East, Crimea, or the Baltics to serve as Born-Again Laborers of the Navy.

Yet the activities of the darker activities of the Caspian Sea brigs of the Navy remain unknown only the fact that the institution has an extremely low rate of deaths for a Soviet prison system is known.

[Machtergreifung]

Office of the Chief of Staff of the Red Army
The Kremlin, Moscow

"You have to be joking." stated Antipov, as if anything that he had seen in the past ten years could surprise him.

"I'm afraid not, Comrade. Sailors in Central Asia. A landlocked country." Kurgan confirmed the news with a wry smile. He knew his boss would not be best pleased.

"That has the mark of Aminev all over it. He made a farce of commanding troops during the Civil War, but the Whites ran off with the big toys so now he's pretending his sailors are infantrymen. But who would have given him the credit for having the bright idea of sending them to Turkmenistan? This is coming from the KomDiv who once stated in a report that his men couldn't even march at four knots!"

"That's a barracks myth, comrade. Plus, more rifles in the region can't hurt, surely?" soothed Kurgan.

"You know as well as I do that out there, only mounted troops can move around the hills with anything like regional speed. On top of that, there's the consideration of having troops reporting to two separate commands and following conflicting orders. I had enough of that in Poland, with the pen-pushers at Front HQ pulling strings on the strategy." Antipov drummed his fingers on his desk. "No, we'll do something about this. I mislike Aminev, and he has some stupid notions about dressed up sailors playing like their in the Red Army, but I won't have divisions running around Turkmenistan pursing their own agenda."

Pushing the daily telegrams from the other military districts to one side, Antipov took up pen and paper and jotted out a draft for a communication to be sent on to the Naval HQ in Leningrad.

Comrade Aminev,

All Red Fleet armed units deployed on land in the Central Asian theater will report to, and receive orders from the Red Army HQ, Turkmenistan Front. Red Fleet control of naval vessels in the region remains unchanged.

This is to ensure that counter-revolutionary activity is dealt with as efficently and speedily as possible. I have already taken steps to inform the appropriate Red Army commanders that they have overall command of the revelent Naval units in theater.

Comrade Antipov,
Cheif of Staff, Red Army

"Right Kurgan, get that sent through to Leningrad. And while you're at it send something to the Turkmenistan Front to keep the sailors out of the way. Have them guard the railways or trains or count sand in the deserts. It's not their fault they've been sent wandering into the desert. This is the worst joke about the Navy since Kolach took command of the White armies..."