A million things could be said about the giant concrete metropolis that Revolutionary City was. But on this particular day, the architecture, the weather, the citizens...They didn't matter. What mattered in the city was going on in the Worker's Palace. Home of the Communist Party of Albandry and the main office of the Premier, Johannan Vinsky. Within the large stone walls of the old colonial era parliamentary building turned Communist propaganda powerhouse sat Vinsky. He was smoking a cigar as he read into the recent developments around the country from the Red Star Times newspaper. Flipping through the rather mundane articles about horse breeding, agriculture, sports, the usual when an intelligence officer walked into the room. Let in by the two military guards at Vinsky's door. The officer was man of clear Arabic descent, his black hair comed back with an abnormal amount of gel, and his circular sunglasses pressed close to his face. "Comrade Vinsky." The Officer said, saluting his Premier and standing at attention. Vinsky lazily saluted back before taking his cigar out of his mouth and exhaling a puff of smoke "Comrade Arkaan. A pleasure to see you here once again." He said, standing up from his seat.
"A pleasure to see you again as well Comrade Premier." Arkaan said, smiling. "I have recently received a report on the growing situation in Posteastan." Vinsky grumbled as he heard the name 'Posteastan'. The party had been discussing the situation there for a week, and the potential impact it may have on global politics "What about it?" Vinsky asked. Arkaan continued "It seems quite a few nations haven't gotten involved, including many imperialist nations with likely intent of colonization." Vinsky groaned. He from Arkaan and looking out the window of his office, which gave a view of the courtyard infront of the Palace of the Workers. A large bronze statue of a Hammer and Sickle sat ontop of a fountain with families gathering around it, the circle surrounded with flag poles flying red flags. He watched the water flow in the small pool as he said "I see...We have yet to find a faction worth supporting haven't we?" Vinsky asked, turning away from the window back to Arkaan.
"Correct. The party is in intense debate about the potential support for the Democratic Republic of Posteastan due some of the more, uh, reactionary positions they hold." Arkaan replied.
"Of course. Of course, party can never make up it's mind, I had to listen to them argue about that for hours last night, I'm aware of it." Vinsky said, grumbling as he pushed his cigar down into the ashtray on his desk "So. why are you here telling me about it." Vinsky asked his comrade. "Well" Arkaan began "The party is going to vote on it tonight and it seems like the chances are we will support the Democratic Republic of Posteastan. Given the position some of the Politburo has decided to take." He smiled "But, our support will come with terms. Which the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is working on right now. Vinsky looked up from his desk at Arkaan "What kind of terms?"
Supreme People's Assembly, that night
A man in a black closed collar suit stood in the center of a very large half circular room filled with hundreds of men and women in their best attire. The room itself was massive, with hundreds of seats and desks to account for all the party members. In center was a series of podiums, and behind that a large stage area with multiple podiums were members of the Politburo sat. Above them was a giant Hammer and Sickle, glowing a bright red and surrounded by dozens of red banners bearing the Communist Party's emblem. The gentleman in the center podium spoke into a microphone "By decree of the party, the UASR has decided to investigate into the matter of Posteastan, and contact Anti-Imperialist forces there to help combat the imperialist colonizers who threaten the nation!". The parliament cheered, many raising their fists and beginning to shout eagerly "DEATH TO IMPERIALISM." over and over as the gentleman in the black suit stepped down from the Podium. Vinsky leaned back in his chair and looked at the other politburo member next to him "Now that we decided to do this..Here come's the hard part...How."
FROM: The Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics's Ministry of Foreign Affairs
TO: President Vasilescu Tavitian
ENCRYPTION: HIGHEST.
Attention President Vasilescu Tavitian.
The UASR has decided after a democratic decision, to potentially help you in your quest to expel imperialist forces from your nation.
The details of this aid will be worked out in later telegrams, however we do have a few expectations from your side in order to earn our support.
Contact us as soon as possible to receive further details.
-Ministry of Foreign Affairs, UASR.
Workers of the world, Unite!