Anton Chupalov's Manifesto Finale: Translated from Russian to English
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Comrades, by the time you have read this final testament, I will have already been executed at a capitalist prison. I do not believe, comrades, that I can be of any further service to the union. I believe, however, that is my obligated duty to pass down our ideologies to the next wave of our marvelous generation.

I was born as a healthy baby boy to my mother on June 20th, 1939. I say loving mother only, as my father had been selected to serve in World War Two. Back during the time our country was aligned with the snake Hitler, my father had quickly perished during the war only a month after my birth due to drowning himself. The poor man's life was taken too quickly, yet he is nonetheless a hero in my mind. I've looked up to him my entire life, lustful of curiosity of what our relationship could have been should he had survived.

It wasn't soon after that my mother had, unfortunately, passed away as well. She grew ill when I was around 6 years of age. The poor woman didn't last very long after that, either. A spiteful and neglectful woman she was; one that I likely would have despised had I not been her son. I'll never forget the final words she told me, telling me that I would never grow to any form of success.

The effect that woman had on me had almost ruined me. For some time, I was forced to live on the streets; without a home and fighting for food every day. I felt unloved, as though nobody was there for me. So why, dear comrades, didn't I just surrender my life? Why did I stop myself from continuing on rather than give up?

Because I began to realize that I was a part of a united front. The leadership of Joseph Stalin brought inspiration into my heart and many others. I knew that I would one day, as a man dedicated to the Union, would rise up and act as an inspirational hero for thousands of Russian citizens. I wanted to fight the capitalist threat and spread the greatness of communism.

I remember the first moment I had felt such great pride for our Union. I was walking in the streets alone a quarter after eight o'clock, I would have been around thirteen or fourteen years old at the time. I had passed by a man carrying a burlap sack. A kind man; one that would have been in his mid-forties at the time. He was dressed in a black trench coat and was smoking one single cigar. I'll never forget the interaction I had with the man, as he started off a conversation with me as such;

"You doing okay, boy? You resemble a dog that had been beaten by their master." he said.

I remember feeling startled by the man paying attention to me, to which I had hastily replied:

"Yes sir, I'm okay. I just haven't a meal today."

The act of kindness that preceded me saying this was beyond generous. The man smiled at me, took out one of his cigars and placed it in my mouth. He lit a match, and there I was. Smoking my first cigar.

"How's about you take this here money, son. I've no need for it anyhow."

The man proceeded to empty his burlap sack, revealing plenty of rubles. In less than a night, I was capable of supporting myself. The man, soon after gifting me the currency, had laughed and began to walk away.

Soon afterward, a group of men came and offered me to a house. They had to confiscate the currency I was given as a payment, but for the next several years of my life, I had a place to live. There were plenty of other boys and girls my age that shared the living quarters with me, but I had never felt more gifted in my entire life. I had thrived due to the great kindness of our union. The fact that a boy without any home or parenting could survive in our country gave me a great hope, one that I wanted to share.

The Soviet Union, as it stands, is in utmost condition. We cannot allow all of our sacrifices go to waste- I have dedicated my life to the Soviet cause and have provided my faith to our mighty leader, Leonid Brezhnev, as well as our genesis, Joseph Stalin. As a soon-to-be former spy for the Red Coat army, it brings me hope, dear comrades, that the future of communism appears to be bright. I have faith, my comrades. Our endgame is nigh; we will emerge victorious soon enough.

As for me, I would care to give a glimpse of insight into my current predicament. A warning, as it is, for others of our kind not to repeat the mistakes that led to my execution.

I, such as many others, wished to witness the downfall of the Western Dogs. Despite this, I enlisted as a spy to enter the despicable country of the United States. Acting as though I love the country I hate as a method of undermining their future. My efforts were grand in attempting to keep myself from destroying their foundation right off the bat; I simply couldn't help myself, for I had been betrayed by my own wife.

While it was a fool's errand, I had decided to bring my wife with me to America. My wife, while standing in the kitchen one day, I had learned that she had begun to sympathize with the practice of capitalism. I simply couldn't have a wife that would betray her family and her country so diligently. With several swigs of vodka, I grabbed my revolver and pulled the trigger.

I committed the deed with a heavy heart. The American police soon arrived, and I was in a desperate attempt to escape America as soon as possible. Unfortunately, I had been captured not long after attempting to fight back.

This is why, good comrades, that we cannot allow capitalism to thrive for much longer. It corrupts the minds of our loved ones, causing we sane few to commit acts of passion in an attempt to free them. I will soon be joining my wife. For my sake, continue fighting good comrades. We will win this battle; I know we can.

I will attempt to take out as many capitalist pigs at I am capable of before they end my life. May mother Russia smile upon us all, for God is with us.

-Anton Chupalov

Incident Log 1255: On April 25th, 2011, an anomalous 1965 copy of the Russian Propaganda newspaper "Pravda" was acquired. Two days subsequent to recovery, subject D-1255 was instructed to read the item to completion for testing purposes. The effects of the item were already known to Foundation researchers prior to testing.

Subject D-1255 took approx. 14 minutes and 28 seconds to finish reading the paper. Soon afterward, D-1255 grabbed a pen left in the corner of the room and began writing on the back of the paper in fluent Russian, despite only being capable of speaking in English prior to exposure. The transcription above was what was written by D-1255 prior to termination due to an attempted assassinatin of two Foundation guards.

The Anomalous Item has been transferred in storage at Site-18. Testing is currently considered unnecessary.

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