The room was cold with only a roaring fire to comfort the man inside. He sat on his desk signing documents and occasionally wandering about the room selecting a book to pass the time. The window outside revealed a cold city as winter had now descended onto it. The onion-shaped roofs of the Kremlin could be seen from miles and miles away. The walls separated the officials from the commoners they were supposed to serve but that did not stop their loyalty to their nation and people. The hammer a sickle flew from the very top of the tallest spire proclaiming the values of the newly formed union. The Communist had fought for almost three decades for control of the motherland until the collapse of the Whites at Vladivostok. In the wake of their victory, the Communist began an aggressive growth of influence. They funded and supported uprisings all over the world. Their goal was "setting the world alight with hope!" and had been successful. In a shocking surprise attack to support their brothers, they declared war on the Kaiserriech during Its war with the French commune. Even when the Kaiserriech appeared to on the verge of collapse it stood against the revolution and shattered the red army in a surprisingly aggressive counteroffensive. Despite the bravery of the Revolutionary red army, they could not stand against the savagery and ruthlessness of the Kaiserriech's men. However, the Kaiserriech could not stand two fronts and was forced to free much of the Balkans to its own rightful influence. Now the Kaiserriech seeks to undermine the work of the man in the room. He twirled his signature, now greying, mustache in thought. The civil war in the biggest capitalist stronghold had proven that the barons of the world could not stand against the peoples they oppressed. The war could be the chance of revolution to finally end this "cold war" and bring the world into a new light against the imperialists of the world.
The man in the room reflected on how he had risen to the postion of the leader of a hundred million people who would all die for their nation. Split by ethnicities and genders they still would march together in the name of the motherland. They march to him. Oh, how he had taken power from that weakling Trotsky. The man thought too big and not about his own people. He thought about feeding the world with grain from the breadbaskets of Ukraine to spread to revolution even when his own people starved. Luckily in his dying breath, his mentor would proclaim the rightful position of leader to the man in the room. His hair was now greying but he promised himself he would still lead his people to glories untold. Now the situation in the Americas was his chance to shine...
