"And what are the unit numbers, like how many standard soldiers, snipers, engineers etc?" he asked as he looked back at the parade, which was a blast.

"That is not bad Simon. Artyomov has now got to wait and see what happens next, whether it will thrive or die due to federation. I have some high hopes and all looks good. I have to speak to another person right now my friend, so speak with you soon!" Maxim said cheerfully as he went over to the Cabbagelandian visitor. The guest just mentioned to him the arms deal, but he was angered by a small quote in the exchange.
"Your military, more glorious than ours? How dare you walk onto our land, forged by our blood and sweat (but not tears because crying is a sign of weakness), and insult our nation. You watch yourself, or you will put more than your dignity at risk." Maxim said while gritting his teeth and pointing at the disrespectful visitor. Artyomov saw it's military as the best in the world, so comments like those would be very dangerous, even fatal at times.
"As for the arms deal... We can discuss it after the aerospace forces arrive." As he said that, the growling of the jets began to occur. "Speak of the devil, here comes the aerospace forces!"
As everyone looked up at the sky, SU-34 attack jets and Tu-95MSM bombers blocked out the sun for a brief period and the engines roared as they went overhead. Other aircraft such as MiG-35 Fighter jets and several attack helicopters followed. As the aerospace forces finished up, several huge cargo planes flew overhead and opened up, spraying men out of the back. The men fell and some even had wingsuits. As they fell, they began to form a formation, which then was broken up when they released their parachutes. It was the VDV. As they fell like leaves in the winter, the aircraft left sight and within a few minutes the paratroopers were on the ground. At this time Maxim leaned over to his guest and began.
"So, what kind of Kalashnikovs do you require? Standard assault rifles? DMRs? Carbines?"

"Greetings, friends and thank you for the gifts!" Maxim laughed. "I will need a new shelf after today for all of these gifts!" Maxim gave the representatives from Cabbageland and Lodja different gifts. The gifts were  little wooden boxs with hand carved patterns on the case and a ruby inside of one and an emerald in the other. Maxim told them he had to be off and walked up onto the stage.
"Greetings, all the people here. More people than I expected." He said into the microphone followed by a small laugh from the crowd.  "As you all know, the glorious military parade will be taking place now so please get off of the streets and stand or sit in an acceptable place. Thank you and enjoy." Maxim went over to each of the foreign representatives and told them that they would be given access to the observing platform, which was located at the end of the parade on an elevated platform.

Maxim and other foreign representatives all joined each other at the platform. There was silence and then suddenly the growling of a tank began, then it grew louder. The T-14 Armata lead a formation of soldiers from the ground forces. All dressed in ceremonial gear, they carried, depending on each unit, either an AK-103 with wooden furniture, a PKM machine gun or a Dragonuv SVU. The men were accompanied by the Mikhailovich Ensemble, the nations military band. Maxim leant over to the Cabbagelandiet and began to speak.
"It feels really good to be free of the chains of such a restrictive society. How is your nation at the moment, friend?"

"Ahh, thank you for this. I shall give you a gift in return." Maxim put the gift into the same box that he put the other gift from the cardinal in and pulled out another Faberge egg, this time being yellow instead of blue, and with rubies instead of diamonds. "It is very fragile, so don't be careless with it." Maxim looked Hadi's two wives and then back to the crown prince. He was not a very big fan of polygamy and already held a form of dislike for the Royal Seleucid.
"Swear to the lord, those people!" He whispered to himself before recognizing that the Cardinal was there. "Oh, sorry for that language, sir. When will Artyom get here already? He is going to be one hour late!"

Artyom had just finished a patrol when he walked into the festival entrance and looked around to find Maxim, but saw crowds of people at stalls and different vendors.
"Shit, i'm late" He whispered to himself as he frantically looked around. He still had his AK-103 slung over his shoulder, and still had his blue telynashka on

Maxim Ivanoff stood in the center of the festival with his armed guards. He looked around at all of the food stalls, markets, rides and the stage where multiple bands, both traditional and modern, would perform. The day was free to enter, but people would need to pay for the food and an assortment of items available in the flea market. It was around 10am, and it was cold as it usually was. The people would begin coming in with the intent to purchase any of the available items at the markets. Maxim waited for his guests to turn up

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ooc: sorry for late reply, been busy

"This sounds like a plan, but I am kind of concerned about the first point." Artyom said. "We see this as a risk for the security of our nation. Excessive paperwork is required, ID checks, months of registration. We do not take this lightly. I propose a solution. How about we make it that when a person owns either one of our passports, we can make it cheaper to enter and remove 20% of the paperwork needed to enter each of our fine nations."

Artyom stretched his arm out and gestured his hand for a handshake. He smiled and said "I think we have a deal"

New flag chosen by the people!

After a poll, the public decided that the old flag was too "terrorist-y" and that a new flag was required for the nation. After a selection of artists failed to make a good flag, they got shot. But one person who brought in his own flag design was accepted as the new flag. Here we have an image of the new flag

"Well, comrade" Artyom began as he pulled out a document "This here is a document for a joint Artyomov and Arrakeen project- well, I mean it could be, if you like it." He placed it on the desk, with a symbol on it that pretty much meant that this was a military document that was of the highest confidentially. It read in Artyin- 'Project Truth Silencer'
"Truth Silencer is a program developed by Artyomov to help eliminate those profligates known as Truthsayers who riddle your nation."

The pen made contact with the sheet of paper and the ballpoint in the pen rolled along the document. Ink was left in a trail that was purposely designed to look like Artyom's name

As Artyom read the treaty form, he thought about article 5, and how his nation could use this to help his comrades and gather more intel on the Chernyan Militants that have the capacity to become a larger threat to the nation. He looked up and
"Hmmm..." Artyom pondered briefly on the thought of the definition. "I Agree. But on another note, how will we react if a terrorist group threatens the security of a republic? Will we have our comrades' backs if a terrorist group has the, er, capability to flatten a city?" He slammed his palm down onto the table to symbolize the destruction of a city. He then took another drink from his flask and began to speak once more.
"Maybe we should have a classification system for terrorist groups, which include their influence, their size, and their deadliness!"

Artyom Basuda arrived to the Convention a little later than expected. He had just been caught up in a street brawl between the transport minister and a homeless man, resulting in the pair beating up the transport minister. He arrived at the center in a suit that he almost forgot to put on. He walked into the meeting room and apologized for him being late. He introduced himself and the nation he represented, being Artyomov's representative.
"So comrades, what have i missed?"

Artyomov's history is rich in arts such as the Ballet, literature, philosophy, art and music, just to name a few.
 
Poem: okhotnik (hunter)

The hunter stalks through the snow
His arms carry his prizes and bow
He obtains a glimpse of a foe
Speeding through the air is an arrow
Sending it down in one fatal blow
He grabs his prize and stalks through the snow

The pair decided to leave, due to issues happening in Artyomov and the way they felt about the place they were visiting.
"Another time we should visit. I am not a big fan of this place." Maxim said as he unlocked the car.
"Sure. I think we should visit a colder place next too. Anyway"