Author's Notes: I couldn't resist. Here's one more entry just to close this up for now. Wherher or not there'll be new entries, I hope you enjoy this last surprise!

The WCRB Files

A 1983 Doomsday Record through the Nation's Eyes

**File [REDACTED] - U.S.S.R. - Rossiyskaya Sovetskaya Federativnaya Sotsialisticheskaya Respublika/Russian S.F.S.R. - Ivan Braginsky**

"There was a time when House Romanov and others of their ilk ruled over Russia. For all their decadent grandeur and lunacy, the Tzars held sway over an empire that stretch an entire landmass at one point. Da, I remember those times. Just as I remember the day they were dethroned by the proletariat and the very serfs who once feared them. Through all the blood and sweat, my people made a new order, led by what came to be known as the Politburo. And in that Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, Russia was, even now is the bearer of Communism's vision. Personally, there were times when I enjoyed it more than I should have had.

Not everyone wanted to be one with me, however. After Germany's mad little corporal was crushed, the world split into East and West, young America on one side of my Iron Curtain and myself on the other. For a while, our atomic tools held back the inevitable – until September 26, 1983. It seems so silly now, but what began as an error led to another, which led to even larger ones until that grand orgy of death some call Doomsday finally began. Many of my people, comrades and family were gone in blinding flashes even as we fired back. So did many of those directly responsible for pushing it along, even the Generalʹnyĭ Sekretarʹ himself. Though admittedly, I had a hand in speeding it along, da?

It took a while for the dust to settle, but the Russian people proved to be as strong – and fortunate – as they ever will be, many flocking to what soon became the new heartland of the Union – Siberia. Amidst cold winters, fallout and the endless refugees, they began to rebuild. A younger me would call it a miracle, but even the most naïve comrade had to admit that there's no returning to the old world. A lesson I kept to heart as they brought the scattered wayward lands surrounding me into our fold – all as I hid away. Yet much like the great Revolution so long ago, the long struggle wasn't in vain. Heh, Proletarii vsekh stran, soyedinyaytes. Just in time for the world to find us.

Now, the Union of Sovereign Socialist Republics, as Siberia's often called may not be the mighty giant of the old Soviet days or even those of the Tzars. Still, this land remains, shall I say, a sanctuary and beacon for the glories of Socialism. A center for many industries, old world knowledge and an ideal for all people that those so-called Survivor-Nations could only dream of. And yet, there are changes – da, many changes. Since my people first welcomed China's starving remnants, more and more seem to be speaking a mix of my tongue and his. Meanwhile, even as my territories move closer back to Europe, many it seems prefer to call themselves Siberian rather than Russian.

I welcome it, actually. Soon enough the young girl – my own replacement – standing in my place to the outside world will come of age and claim her destiny. Perhaps she'll be the one to make the world one with her. So until then, Marx and Lenin willing, I'll be the brata to little Anya that I never was back in the old world.

The Hammer and Sickle remain the emblems of the Union, under the Red Star. They show the people's dedication to the cause, their slowly weakening link to the old ways and a sign of things to come. So does the official motto:

Trud, Sotsializm, Vozrozhdeniye

…Nu pravo! There's one last thing. It's been said that there are still many seeking for my blood, or maybe my corpse. Da, that's true. Apologies would be pointless now, whether to the living – or the dead. So America? Vozlyublennyye sestry? When the time comes that I return to the sunflower fields – I'll understand…"

As for some trivia:

Socialist Siberia is a Communist/Socialist Survivor-Nation and major power, whose formal name is still the U.S.S.R. Most of its people are of either Russian or Chinese descent (which explains the dual language). In the 1983: Doomsday source material, General Secretary Yuri Andropov reportedly died of a heart attack upon learning the truth about Doomsday. Make of that what you will.

Proletarii vsekh stran, soyedinyaytes was the official Soviet motto in RL, meaning "Workers of the world, unite."

As for Russia's sisters, only Belarus was confirmed to have survived in the source material, though the Siberians hadn't learned about that at this point. Ukraine is sadly another story.

Generalʹnyĭ Sekretarʹ - "General Secretary" (Russian)

brata - "Brother" (Russian)

Trud, Sotsializm, Vozrozhdeniye - "Labor, Socialism, Revival" (Russian)

Vozlyublennyye sestry - "Dearest sisters" (Russian)

Nu pravo - "Oh right!" (Russian)