Mikhail stumbled into the streets once more to do some shopping. He was a tad bit hungover from last night's party at his headquarters. The vodka was flowing, as much as the ladies. As Mikhail continued to walk towards the local butcher shop to gather some more meat, he wanted to make sure the rest of the country knew about the Soviet State...

As he stepped forward some people from his organization stepped forward as well...

"Comrades and lady comrades... Since the rest of the world is rebuilding, I think its only right that my organization moves on from Big Dick Energy to something more respected. Don't get me wrong I still have the energy but its just suppressed for the time being and I don't know if I'll ever have to release that energy ever again."

Mikhail took a deep breath... realizing his energy was going to be suppressed after the long war, it saddened him. But he was ready to move on and start moving in the right direction long term.

"Not many people know much about me other than I served under the late Godfather Wayne as his Right Hand Man. I'm usually a more quiet type of guy who likes to crack jokes. But on the occasion I am known to be an outspoken person. I wanted to let everyone know what kind of organization I'll be leading in Las Vegas.

My organization is not going to turn away any unfavorable bloodlines. I am always willing to give any bloodline a chance regardless of how they might be perceived amongst our world. I am a firm believer that once a person dies, so does their sins."

He takes another short breathe, trying to collect himself before entering the butcher shop.

"The Soviet State is officially open for business. While we may be full, be on the look out for other outfits populating the rest of the cities in the very near future."

I was really feeling the whole Big Dick Energy lifestyle, but long live the Soviet State! I even stumbled upon a very awkward purple pulsating vegetable! Shit... was.... Kinda dope. New album releasing soon. Gotta announce Hollywood Bleeding coming soon. It's about the struggle of being super rich in Hollywood and having way too much to drink to remember important shit u was supposed to do. Thanks Mikhail for representing the West coast in a respectable way like ya boy PostMalone!

The Soviet State is not full. Perhaps full of cold bodies. I think you meant to say the Soviet State has big dicks. Isn't this what caused the problems last time? 

I think whether or not you consider there to be a problem largely depends on which side of the dick you are on. Sadly for you, you always seem to be on the wrong end of it :,(

Homer heard of the closing of The Big Dick Energy organization, and opening of The Soviet State. Excited to hear of the news, he rushed across the street to the new headquarters. 

Homer was a large fellow, so he barged through the doors of the HQ, there he found chief comrade Mikhail having a shot of russian standard vodka. 

"Congratulations on the opening of The Soviet State, comrade. I look forward to serving under you, and rebuilding this great city under your leadership. Now I know you're a vodka drinker, but I got you a little gift..  a whole case of the finest Duff's beer and some donuts, so let's crack em open and down it. You're a much better neighbour than Flanders, fuck Flanders" 

Homer passes a Duff's beer along with a donut to his comrade. As they celebrate Las Vegas, and the opening of The Soviet State.

John Walton stepped forward approaching the old friend Soviet Bear. He had a sealed bottle of John Walton's American Whiskey in his hand, which he extended to Mikhail.

"Here, Mikhail. A little gift from Black Oak." He winked. "You are the one who brought me into this life many time ago and I'm very proud to see what you have achieved. This is the beginning of a new journey and I am very happy to walk by your side, my friend."