Red Son Superman’s Speech to Comrade Putin
“Comrade Putin… listen closely.
This is not a threat from a tyrant, but a warning from a servant of the people.”
For decades you wrapped yourself in the flag of the motherland, claiming strength while sowing fear, promising stability while harvesting obedience. You believed history would remember you as iron. But history does not bow to iron—it melts it.
The people whisper now.
The workers feel the weight of your shadow.
Even the faithful Party men avert their eyes, ashamed of what they helped you build.
I have flown over every city from Vladivostok to Murmansk. I have watched factories stand silent while palaces grow louder. I have heard the cries you pretend not to hear.
And so I speak plainly:
Retire.
Step aside.
Take exile in Serbia, where the ghosts of yesterday’s strongmen still applaud such men as you.
Do this peacefully… or you will face the judgment of the people you claim to serve.
You know what I am, Comrade Putin.
I do not rule nations.
I do not crave thrones.
I do not seek your downfall for my own gain.
But I am the guardian of those who cannot speak without fear.
And their fear has reached me.
You have two paths laid before you:
One—quiet exile, a final chapter written far from the Kremlin walls.
The other—standing alone before millions who have awoken from the spell of your power.
Choose wisely.
Even a man in your position deserves the dignity of choosing his own ending.
The Soviet sun rises for the people—not for you.
And it rises with or without your permission.
This is your last warning, Vladimir.
Retire… or face the will of a nation that has found its voice once more.”
