Sovetskiy Krasniy Molot | Media Archive


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    From Russia, with love.


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    Character Background Information Of:

    Nikos Manusharov (Nirjhor)

    War never changes, only the battleground does. America, and Russia, even if both country's are friendly with each other from the world's point of view, none knows what happens in secret. The cold war began, Russia, learning from it's mistakes at WW2, this time founded a top secret organization that would work as a spy for the Russian Government under the command of the Russian military. The group's name was Sovetskiy Krasniy Molot, led by Antoly Manusharov, who commanded a crew of 150 people. The initial objective of the group was to start the preparations of an invasion force.

    The first operation of SKM was a failure. A failure which completely destroyed the group's existence. The Russian force which was being led by Antoly, was getting inside the American territorries by sea. But bad enough, their squad got spotted by a submarine which wasted no time to warn the US military. The russian force consisted of 3 warships,out of which a cruiser named SKM (CA-98) was the flagship. The American force consisted of only planes that was launched from the carriers Independence and Midway. The AA fire from all 3 ships wasn't enough to destroy even one third of the planes. The first ship was sunk by torpedoes. The second ship was sunk by bombs which teared her apart. Finally the SKM cruiser was destroyed, with Antoly onboard. All 150 men were lost on the secret battle which the world dosen't know about.

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    The picture above was taken from a dive bomber of the US military. The ship at the very top is the SKM ship being struck by 2 bombs,causing a fire to break out.

    The SKM group was disbanded. Antoly left behind a wife with two sons. Out of them one was Nikos.

    Nikos always looked up to this father. He was only 5 when his father died. Nikos always remembered the words his father said. He worked hard and followed his dad's notebook in which his dad left behind some instructions. Nikos climbed up the military ranked faster than almost everyone. Thus, the newly created SKM's General was Nikos Manusharov without any doubt. Nikos still keeps his attitude calm and friendly at all times which his dad included in the notes that the future general of the group should be someone that's calm and friendly towards both enemies and friends.

    The relationship between Nikos and other comrades have never been and never will be in bad terms. Every member of SKM is equal to him. People do want to know about his love life which he personally had kept a secret. But who knows if that person whom Nikos cares about is also a part of this new series of operations?

    Nikos follows the path of his father, he continues what his father wanted to achieve, he seeks revenge.

    Do follow his story by checking this topic from time to time.


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    Character Background Information Of:

    Sergei Mikhailov (Adistar)

    Dear Reader, This letter used to be a part of my diary. I wrote this letter in case I go missing, because I am about to change my life completely. My name is Sergei Mikhailov. I am 30 years old, and I reside in San Andreas. I am a legal citizen, and a rich businessman. Although I have been living here for a very long time, I have always found it complicated to do so. I have been struggling a lot, because the political views I have, which is Communism, is being frowned upon by the elite here. I cannot understand why these incoherent Westerns with their contradictionary and disgusting Capitalism which promotes colonialism and slavery of people dare to speak against Communism. Nevertheless, I have been ignoring it and I kept following Communism behind the scenes. I made a lot of successes during my life. I grew up into a rich businessman who was capable of buying anything I wanted. I started with stocks and and ended up owning many businesses. I made a lot of profits in my life. I have reached everything I could get here, yet I did not feel complete. I felt like I had to spread Communism. Besides, I also wanted to challenge myself and try to make profits with oil. I became very interested in it. Then this day came. I met some Russians who wanted to start a new business with me and they were also obsessed with Communism, just like I am, and yes I am OK with calling myself that. We decided to open a factory and take in illegal Russians so they could make money and help us spreading Communism around. Our factory is specialised in oil. We decided to give ourselves a name, so the world can know that we are fighting for Communism in San Andreas. Our name is Soviet Red Hammer. This group is about to start, and I am sure it will change my life completely, for I will be in a fight every day. Reader, I want to assure you that there will be a day where Communism will rise in San Andreas.

    From Russia, with love,

    Sergei Mikhailov


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    Character Background Information Of:

    Swizmir Vyacheslav (Swiggity)

    Full name Swizmir Vyacheslav, others call me Swizmir. I'm a 35-year-old Russian male. I do not have brothers and sisters. I was born on 13 March 1983 in Moscow (Mосква), capital city of Russia. I lived together with my parents. Went to school till my 18th. I had have communist thoughts always. I only had communist friends around me. I met most of them at school. We used to organize a lot of illegal protests against the government. It was the year 2001 when I turned 18. In that year, I got caught by the police for organizing illegal protests. I got a jail sentence of 10 years. My parents were upset and mad at the same time. I thought that I'd never see them anymore...

    During my jail sentence, I met a member of a communist group which was called Soviet Red Hammer, also known as Sovetskiy Krasniy Molot. That guy was 30 years old and was known by other prisoners. He was already in the prison for like 7 years, so he had only 8 years left, while I still had 10 years to go...

    I told him the reason why I got jailed so he trusted me and believed that I had the same mind set like him. He got jailed for the same reason, organizing illegal protests, but not only that... He was also involved in weapon transportations. I didn't know his full name, only thing I knew was that people were calling him ‘Sergei’ but I wasn’t sure what his real name was…

    After a few years, while we still used to talk to each other, I asked him about that group, because I was curious and wanted to offer my help. At the beginning, he wasn't sure whether he should tell it to me or not. I told him every single detail about my life to him and he started to respect me and liked my personality. ‘Sergei’ started talking about this group. It was a very secret group at the beginning, because they were low on people and they only wanted high trusted people in their group. This group has one mission and that’s expanding Russian ground and spreading communism. He said that the group is increasing in members every year. But they only invite these people who are trusted by other members of the group. This guy ‘Sergei’ was respected within the group, so his words were enough to get me inside the group.

    10 years later, in 2011 right after I went out of the jail, I saw ‘Sergei’ standing in front of the jail in his car. Right after he stepped out of his car, I remembered his face. He came to the jail with someone else, I believe it was his bodyguard. He invited me to step inside his car and immediately after I accepted his request and stepped inside his car, we were gone within a few seconds. ‘Sergei’ told me that the group members wanted to meet me and he didn’t tell me the place where we were going. I couldn’t say anything, because I was excited and from the other side, I was a bit scared. I didn’t know what would happen once we arrived there. After an hour, we managed to arrive at the destination. I only saw trees and bushes around us. Once we came closer to the place, he went to a hidden door which was at the ground below grass. It was covered well. After he opened the hidden ‘door’, we were underground. There was no daylight at all. There were torches but it was hard to see what was going on there. After walking for like 4-5 minutes underground, we arrived at a big door with bodyguards. This place was secured well. This was probably the meeting room. I was shaking a little bit. The 2 bodyguards opened the big doors. After it was opened, ‘Sergei’ went first inside while I was struggling to see the people inside the meeting room. After we both were inside, ‘Sergei’ showed my place so I could take a seat. I saw 5 members sitting in the room. I’ve never seen them before. I believe that these people were the high ranked members of the group. Once we were ready to go, they asked me to tell the people who I am, what I’m doing here and what my destination is.

    After 2 hours of talking about myself and answering the questions, I managed to gain trust. They told me about the role and tasks I had. Basically I had to offer all kind of help to the group to expand our ground and spread communism.

    2018, 7 years later, now the group consists of 15 members. We are searching for ways to make money so we can stay strong against our enemies and eliminate everyone who’s against communism. We do all criminal activities to gain money. While we do them, we are searching for people who are trustable and capable of joining our group.


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    Character Background Information Of:

    Imran Makarov (Assassin#)

    INTRODUCTION

    In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

    “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

    He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

    WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?

    They did suicide one by one - my friends. Yes, they did it for no reason. Every morning I woke up I was afraid to hear another one. Doctors couldn' t help them, and the funniest part is that there was nothing dramatic in our life. No one was dead, no one got kicked out of his job or no one had financial issues. The reason they all did suicide was a simple question: "Why are we existing?"

    But I was the crazy person among them. Not because I had the same question, but because this all happened to me whole time. People were insane against me. They killed my pregnant wife just to make a simple experiment to check their new chemical formula. I left the army because they let their relatives go home while putting us to front line. Everyone I met was tracking only their own benefits without thinking about others' lives, even the people who committed suicide did not think about the people they are leaving behind.. But the people who saw me around wrote about me in some newspaper after me being prominent because of "AAF Mall Carnage". I managed to kill 128 rich people who were trying to shop laughs. But only one doctor could explain my life:

    "No, he’s a psychopath. It’s a mental disorder but it does not fit the legal term of insanity. He’s aware of his own actions, he manipulates, he schemes even though he says he doesn’t and he’s very elaborate something that someone who is clinically ill wouldn’t be able to do. He’s a dark nihilistic philosopher who tries to prove his sick point to others through killing, torturing, maiming and corrupting the people of San Andreas. He’s a cunning mastermind and he only uses his insanity as a defense plea which has been seen on multiple occasions. To certain people he’d reveal that truth but to the law, he wouldn’t or maybe he would who knows?"

    PhD. Xayyam Masiyev from Bayside University

    I am different than others. Even completely different from those crazy people you call. Crazy people don't know they are crazy. I know I am crazy so therefore I'm not crazy. Kinda crazy right?!


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    From Russia, with love.

    RP #1 - A good start.

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    From Russia, with love.

    Event #1 -

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    Winner: Psyghost

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