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CCCP1 Russian Television

GI Joe and Nadya Riot sat slouched on the torn couch in the squat, the flickering light of CCCP1 Russian television filling the room. The anchor droned on in stiff, wooden tones, reciting statistics from the glory days of the Soviet Union. Grain harvests, industrial output, heroic cosmonauts.

Joe lit a cigarette and muttered, “They always skip over the weak link.”

Nadya smirked, eyes glued to the screen. “The Uzbeks. Everyone knew it. Central Asia was the soft underbelly. They wanted bazaars, family, gold teeth— not tractor factories and collective farms.”

The camera cut to archival footage of Uzbek kolkhoz workers waving red banners, their smiles wide but their eyes hollow.

Joe tapped the ashtray. “Whole socialist utopia built on the illusion of unity. But the moment Moscow loosened its grip—”

“—it fell apart like a bad circus tent,” Nadya finished, raising her glass. “To the weak link.”

They clinked glasses, and for a moment, the revolutionary fire in their eyes burned brighter than the TV glow.

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Run Riot: Greece

Scene: Athens, Syntagma Square – Night
The square is a cauldron of fire and smoke. Riot shields gleam in the orange glow of burning barricades. Protestors chant and hurl bottles, the air filled with the acrid tang of tear gas and gasoline.

Solid Snake, his bandana fluttering, and Nadya Riot, her megaphone crackling, step forward through the haze.

Nadya Riot (into megaphone):
“Brothers, sisters—do the Onassis Illuminati pay you enough to drown in fire? Enough to be engulfed in the flames of Molotov cocktails?!”

The soldiers hesitate. Some lower their weapons slightly, eyes darting between their commanders and the crowd.

Snake (voice steady, commanding):
“You swore an oath to protect Greece—not to crush her under the weight of foreign banks. Put down your guns. Stand with the people. Stand for freedom.”

A soldier at the front blinks, sweat dripping down his brow. His shield dips.

Nadya Riot (raising her fist):
“End the debt! Jubilee now!”

The crowd erupts, chanting the word “Jubilee! Jubilee!” like thunder rolling across marble streets. The riot police shift uneasily, the line fracturing as more weapons clatter to the ground.

In the background, the flames rise higher, licking at the symbols of wealth and power. The question lingers in every soldier’s mind:
Will I stand with the people—or burn for the bankers?

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Stifling Seduction

Joe leaned back in his chair, the neon café light flickering over his face. Nadya Riot tilted her head, her eyes burning with mischief.

“Don’t present your body to me,” Joe said firmly, holding up a hand. “I’ve been engaged to Nelly Furtado ever since her Try video back in the early 2000s. Spiritually, emotionally… maybe even cosmically.”

Nadya arched an eyebrow. “Cosmically engaged?”

“Absolutely,” Joe said. “The day that video dropped, the universe mailed me the invitation.”

She smirked. “So I’m just out of luck, then?”

“Not quite,” Joe replied, leaning in conspiratorially. “I do have someone for you. The future president of Peru… and the South American Union. Old friend of mine. Name’s Nicholas. Sharp dresser. Knows how to survive coups and cook ceviche.”

Nadya tapped her fingers on the table, considering. “You’re trying to set me up with a politician?”

“Not just a politician,” Joe said with a grin. “A romantic revolutionary. Big difference.”

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