"Well, comrade. This is a program that will provide hundreds of kilometers of your land to be protected from the depths of the sea! These combat subs are fitted with missile launchers that are capable of firing nuclear or non-nuclear projectiles into areas that are beyond reach. They will also be fitted out with stealth and reconnaissance technology for recon missions. The ones we built were around $950 Million per submarine. Your thoughts?"

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"Oh. Nice. I am now leaving to get something to eat. Do you care to join me?" Artyom asked politely

when Maxim found the king he pulled an envelope which had the text "Project Okeanskiy" on it in Artyin.

"Your Highness, I would like to discuss with you what is inside this envelope. Project Okeanskiy is an upcoming project that involves the development of multi-purpose submarines. Since you are on the waterfront, I thought it would be a great place to ask." He handed over the envelope to the king. "This Envelope also contains a small Gift for you."

Artyom found Queen Katrina. He quickly got a small decorated case out.
"Your Highness, please accept this gift on behalf of all of the reds." He brought the case up and opened it, revealing a pair of rare Emerald Earrings
"You people are not the only ones who have grand jewels," he said jokingly with a smile "May I please ask you if you could tell about RS?"

Artyom and Maxim chose to split up for their own reasons. Artyom wanted to see if he could get a hold of Queen Katrina to thank her while also asking some questions about the nation. Maxim, however, went out to seek the king to discuss an upcoming project of his and to hopefully develop a healthy relationship between the two nations via this program

Snackz is denied for the time being, my main reason being that Artyomov's position on far northern CA would make large scale operations in the Mhorish unfeasible or without reason to pursue to begin with.
My second issue is your agenda. While I'm not entirely closed to the idea of ideological conflict, remember that pretty much none of northern ardia is communist, making any attempts to spread communism there an utter failure. The rest of the people have valid justifications for taking part in the Mhorish, all of them relevant to mhorish geopolitics.

All good. I will make up a more valid reason soon

Artyomov will be sending a team. Please check for doping among all players among each team

Country full Name: United Socialist States of Artyomov.
Reason for partaking in the Mhorish Sea Campaign: To expand it's borders and spread the communism along the north while no one is paying attention, but eventually needs to join the war to both defend it's land and attack others. Will develop the reason more later
Assets available: Total: Approx 5 Million Troops. 25% Land Troops, 15% Air Force, 15% Naval Force, 20% VDV Airbourne Deployment Unit (Paratroopers), 5% Spetzgruppa Alfa (Recon and Elite forces), 5% Spetzgruppa Vympel (Undercover Units), 15% Armoured Vehicle Units.
More Details/Ideas: I will develop them along the way

Music played at a severely high volume from a brown, bullet-ridden, scratch bearing modded VAZ-2101. Traveling at around 110 km/h, the little car shot through the desert, leaving a trail of thick sand in its wake. As soon as it came into around 20 meters of the palace gates, it began to drift. When it was within 5 meters, it stopped. Comrade Lieutenant Artyom Basuda and Comrade Dictator Maxim Ivanoff hopped out of the damaged car. Artyom was in his casual leather and denim. Maxim was in a neat short sleeved suit. They grabbed their bags, along with the trading material.

"Holy Blyat this place is huge! Must have some sort of personal goldmine, whoever made this place" proclaimed the stunned Maxim as he gazed at the grand structure.
"Ha! You sound like a child, comrade! Come on, let us go." Artyom laughed as he pulled out a small flask of vodka to take a sip. "Let us see what is here comrade Maxim"
"We Shall walk through this capitalist paradise" Snarled Maxim

As Maxim and Artyom walked in they saw a scene that made them laugh quietly. The poor trader had his offer denied by Queen Katerina. Artyom took another sip. After she walked away, Artyom and Maxim made their way to the king and queen. He sat on his grand throne quietly. Artyom saw his comrade, Pope Peter II and exchanged short friendly gestures.

"Privet, Your Highness. We are representatives from Artyomov. I am Comrade Dictator Maxim Ivanoff and this is Comrade Lieutenant Artyom Basuda. We are here to visit you to talk about our relationship and how we can strengthen it. But first I would like to ask what else is there to do here and are Guns and Alcohol allowed on the premise?" He smiled with the confidence of a true communist

Pyotr and Artyom sat at the table in the bar. Decorations had been hung. Banners sprawled across the roof, bearing hammers and sickles. A band played at the stage. They were a classical band, but specifically a military ensemble consisting of men. The VDV Choir.
"Tak pust zhe Krasnaia..."
The music was complex and entertaining. The guests who were there already had drinks of whiskey, soft drinks and, of course, Vodka.
"Hope it was worth it" sighs Pyotr, as he fiddled around with his fork

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1BfUiFFSzf481ptZaatQsEeIUS-WPNoVO[/url]

My custom addition to the map. Feel free to criticize but don't be mean. That is not nice!!!!!

Also, Could you change the font of the Continents or at least make it readable because I am having trouble reading the names of them...

Possible names:
Camias
Dopundio
Revieleh

If the link doesn't work, PM me

Name (may add if you wish the status): Abidas
Nationality: Artyin
Main Sector(s) (not more than 3): Clothing, Sports Gear and Sports Clothing
Social siege*: Koroz
SE place**±: Artyomov Stock Exchange or ArtSX
RL index equivalent***±: Adidas
Number of shares±:
Effectives (number of employees):~10-13K
Revenue****: 19.26 Billion
Profits*****: 1.07 Billion
Shares******:
Subsidiaries (sub-companies)±: Squat Pro, Rubevik,
Products/services: Abidas Tracksuits, Gondola Pants, Clothes, Shoes, Firearms accessories
Comments: Government own. Made weapons for a brief period of time after the collapse of the USR

"Thank You, comrade. I will send it to Maxim, who is "busy" at the moment"
Artyom called his friends into the room and spoke in Artyinian. He discussed what they had in mind for the time they were here for. Yegor said
"Lets go play a show randomly" Dmitry Agreed. Artyom did so. He flicked his sunglasses on

"So, once I talk to Maxim about this I will communicate with you to set up a trade deal. Any last things to discuss?"

Artyom puffed his cigarette. He then put it in the ashtray and removed his bag from his back. He drew the Kalash and placed it on the table. He notified the guards to take it away for safety. They did so. Artyom's friends were told kindly by Artyom to leave the room for some "private business". As they left, he took a short while to think about what he should say.

"So, we grow a lot of wheat and other grains, along with red and white meats. We import 80% of our fruits and vegetables and a lot of the cars we get are also imported. We mainly export weapons and other military shit and energy like coal and petroleum. Just tell me what you do and we WILL set something up. Another thing is that we have to tell you something. Ever since we went into "hibernation" we have left people out in major nations such as ES, Sutherland and yours, collecting data. Hey, do not worry, everyone has men all around Mundus. Plus, we have not got anything from you yet because our man was uncontactable. After this, I am going to "release" him. So, a change of topic.... What is the news around Arakeen and Mundus?"

Aleksandr Kalashnikov had spent his money wisely. The millionaire weapon designer lay on his bed in his "cabin", a magazine spread open on his chest. It was the monthly issue of "Communist Now!", a magazine that was popular among many people in Artyomov. A window next to him revealing a vast stretch of water. Big water. Ocean water. The bad thing was that he couldn't see it because he was asleep. He was happy to spend some time away from the bustling cities and cold weather of the North, as well as the war in the western section of the Kiev oblast against the Chernyans.

After a solid 2 hours of being asleep, he woke up to walk around, to get the blood moving. He put his coat on and put his magazine away He went out to the buffet to grab a bite to eat. He had only loaded his plate with some meat before it was thrown violently into the air, along with him. What the fu-

He hit the ground, the world turning and blaring. He had double vision for a period of time but when his senses came to him, they were swept out from under him. He lost all consciousness

Many hours later, he woke up on the soaking wet, yet coarse sand of an island.
How did I get here?

Artyom apologies for his lack of formality due to him being sent at the last minute but he liked to treat visits as holidays. Artyomov was strict on many things but dress code was not very serious. He felt somewhat embarrassed but completely comfortable.

When the Whiskey was passed to him he said thank you and returned the favour by giving citrus infused vodka to the two men. it was in a glass bottle, but the bottle had engraved art on it. It an image of the worker, holding a hammer and sickle whilst having his rifle slung over his shoulder. He shared a bit of the substance he was given with Yegor and Dmitry. The actually quite liked it, but not as much as their national drink.

"Heh, cults ehh? I deal with them a lot. They have become more like terrorists to us and are purged from the land with force. I like to say Shoot first think never when it comes to those bastards. A spetsnaz operative like me deals with the weirdest shit at times... And if I get lost don't worry, I do not go anywhere without my Kalashnikov." He revealed the butt of it from his bag. "is it allowed here? I would like to see the volleyball tomorrow aswell. I love it"

"Artyomov is cold as hell and pretty good. There have been some "slip ups" like the Siege that ended our previous dictator's life BUT got me to first lieutenant and my best friend into dictator! Recently Chernya has been angry with us because we cut the business deal for Clothing And Accessories stores that were a specific brand and led to an economic situation to them. We have been at war with those cu-" Dmitry cut him off before he swore
. "Scum for around 5 years now. They have tried to get to the ghost city of Chernoberg for it's stockpile of Weapons. After the nuclear explosion, it had been empty for 30 odd years but that is their base, but not for long. You mind if I smoke or is it too unventilated in here?" Artyom was tapping the arm rest subtly. Caused by his smoking. He hated it. "And tell me how I can help your nation"

Lieutenant Artyom Basuda stood outside the church, dressed in his best casual outfit: Green dress pants, an open green winter afghanka and a Blue and white striped undershirt. He had his hair done well and his sunglasses on, to keep the glare away. He was told to come on his free day, which he disliked a bit, but remembered it was good for their growing state. He smoked his cigarette and chucked it on the ground, stomping on it with his boots. It was nice weather and he was not too hot nor cold in his afghanka. He walked in and saw everyone there.