OOC: I'd like it before, personally. If at all possible.
IC:
An apartment complex in the middle of a residential district stood tall around its several smaller sister buildings. A small room stories above Moscow's red-lit streets was filled with boxes. A man sat alone in his dark living quarters on the only unpacked furniture - a brown, three person couch. The only light from the room came from what looked like a century-old television set. The light was dim, though. The figure on the couch seemed to be wearing a hood and sweat pants, so none of his physical features could be ascertained. He say there blankly watching the screen as the familiar tune of the state news came about at its scheduled time.
A woman appeared on the screen. She wore the standard broadcaster's uniform - which was, plainly put, a brown suit.
"Coming to you Live in Moscow is a Federal News Broadcast. My name is Agata Romanov and I will be hosting today's report." She said, sweeping some of her stray golden strands out of her eyesight and folding them to the back of her left ear.
"As you all know, war has broken out and the campaign is running on its fourth month. The RSF faces attacks from Germany, the United Emirates, and the United Arab Republics. Initially it was thought that these countries were simply defending a small nation, however blind that notion may be. However, these nations have made it plainly obvious what their real intentions are.
"In a series of public statements from these countries, they have expressed that the war is not about a righteous crusade of defense. It is essentially an anti-socialist alliance seeking to erase our way of life. Earlier today, the Supreme of the RSF delivered in address to the nation and indeed all socialists of the world that doubles as a reply to these countries that deny our progress. An excerpt of this will now be put on the air."
The screen cut to the famous Red Square, where a middle-aged man donning a legitimate Soviet-era uniform stood at an altar. To his left and right were at least two rows of military troops, his personal guard. The camera was at an angle where you could only see his back. Beyond him was a crowd of Russian civilians, already enthrall es by the man's words thus far. Cheers and claps went on for a few more seconds before the man's gruff voice began speaking again,
"This war... This war has become more than a scruff or between great powers. The Germans, The UAR, the UE... They have made it clear that their intentions are not to defend Rome. They seek to destroy our identity. Not once have these "defenders of freedom" mentioned the war being about defending a helpless Roman Empire from a foriegn invader. Constantly, they use "communist" as a derogatory term. They say our way of life is the failure's way of life. Comrades, we must prove to them that they are wrong. I am speaking not only to my Russian brotheren, but my brothers in the Balkans who years ago expressed how far they would go to prove that they believe in the communist ideology when they chose unity over separation. I am speaking to my brothers in Italy, who see the monarchist countries for what they are: power-hungry savages with no real sense of justice. I am speaking to our friends in the newly-formed Technocratic Union, whose eyes have recently opened to embrace a future of progress. I am speaking to my brothers around the world whose voices are stamped down by enemies of advancement and the reactionaries.
Unity is the key comrades. We are a Global United Front. Once the enemy sees that, they will truly know what the word Comrade really means.
Long live the Russian Soviet Federation. Long live progress!"