"Putin-senpai?"
"Yes
Medvedev-kun?"
"Do you think we are going to survive this?"
Putin and his lacky who only exists to exploit a constitutional flaw but still naively thinks Putin will notice him stood in front of a giant, table-sized map of Russia. The positioning of Federation units were represented with detailed models of Russian troops and equipment, while the controllers were just covered with what random crap they had lying about because no one in the Kremlin thought investing in alien miniatures was ever a smart idea. The Russian nation was slowly fighting back, but it could be considered just "barely".
The bald dictator of Russia laughed, a dark, forced laughter which betrayed his own tinge of anxiety, "Why wouldn't we?"
"The controllers," Medvedev protested, "the only continient they largely don't control is Europe. They're going to be focusing on whittling down the weakest link`"
"Well," Putin assured his number two, "We just won't be the weakest link, then."
"Look what happened to Obama, Putin-senpai! They killed him! They killed him
to death!"
"Obama," Putin retorted, "was a symbol of the weak, decedent American republic. Come this time next year, they still would be collapsing even without the controllers when they elected our lovely orange puppet."
"Right...." Medvedev knew not to question senpai's judgement, even though deep down he thought Putin was simply a bit too ambitious with that plan. As much as the anti-American rhetoric said otherwise, both of them knew deep down that the Yankees would never
really vote for Donald Trump. The Americans had
some dignity.
"But what about the communist robots?"
Putin sagely nodded. "That is the real concern, Medvedev-kun. The seemingly fight for Russia, and the Russian people trust them. They represent an alternative mode of power beyond United Russia. This can not stand. Only I can Make Russia Great Again.
But I got a plan."
"Oh?"
"Yes," Putin proudly proclaimed, "Look at this map. Tell me what you see."
Medvedev blinked. "Didn't we already go over this in a previous paragraph?"
Putin slapped the cheek of his lacky. "No, baka, look at the
countries. Tell me what you see."
"....mostly this really gross of gold that no one liked but we had to use since we ran out of black ink-"
Putin interjected, "Remind me to yell at Boris to get more ink"
"Noted, Putin-senpai. Anyways, there is some more goldish in Kazahkstan, and I guess we're green?"
"Exactly!" Putin bellowed. "We're
green! A very pretty shade of green, only the best shade of green."
"So," Medvedev asked, even more confused, "what's so special about being green? And what does this have to do with the communist robots?"
"This shade of green is wasted on Soviets," the Russian dictator slammed his fist on the table. "And every single damn game has Russia going communist, with its comparatively more boring red! But you know what that Russian green represents? Conservatism, strength, power-"
Both Russian men said at the same time, in unision, "The tsar!"
Medvedev continued, "You want to invite the Romanovs back?"
The Russian dictator slapped Medvedev again. "NO! I AM THE TSAR!"
"But do you have a claim?" the slapped prime minister said, rubbing his cheek.
"I have been the effective Tsar since 2000. I deserve to be crowned. Plus, the Church hates robots. Something to do with 'wrong ethos'. If I embrace the Orthodox Church, they'll crown me. And then I will once again be the sole authority in all of the Russias. No more elections, no more communist party! Just God and the Tsar!"
"And the green"
"EXACTLY!"
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By the Grace of God, We, Vladimir IV of House Putin, Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias, Moscow, Kiev, Vladimir, Novgorod; Tsar of Kazan, Tsar of Astrakhan, Tsar of Poland, Tsar of Siberia, Tsar of Chersonese Taurian, Tsar of Georgia; Lord of Pskov and Grand Prince of Smolensk, Lithuania, Volhynia, Podolia, Finland; Prince of Estland, Livland, Courland, Semigalia, Samogitia, Belostok, Karelia, Tver, Yugorsky land, Perm, Vyatka, Bolgar and others; Lord and Grand Prince of Nizhny Nogorod, Chernigov, Ryazan, Polotsk, Rostov, Yaroslavl, Belozersk, Udorsky land, Obdorsk, Kondia, Vitebsk, Mstislav, and all of the northern countries Master; and Lord of Iberia, Kartli, and Kabardia lands and Armenian provinces; hereditary Sovereign and ruler of the Circassian and Mountainous Princes and of others; Lord of Turkestan; Heir of Norway; Duke of Schleswig-Holstein, Stormarn, Dithmarschen, and Oldenburg, and others, and others, and others.
(OOC: Nationalistic surge in Russia to turn Putin into a literal Tsar)