And so we all moved in on the same day in the end. Things were looking up. That was until I got into my room and found there was no room for the storage of my own personal arsenal. No matter, it could stay in hidden in the corner. A heated argument upstairs brought me out to investigate. Mr Vine was arguing with the Reverend. Now arguing with a man of clergy was not something I thought was a good idea, but then again Mr Vine wasn't a man to let that stop him. He liked a good argument every now and then. Turns out that Mr Vine had stolen the Reverend's bed. A trivial matter amongst any sane people, the reverend took this as a personal insult.
“What right did you have to steal my bed?!” he screamed
“God Wills It!!” was the reply
“I'm not having some heathen atheist steal my bed and break God knows how many commandments! I need my sleep!”
“As do I! As a non confirmed priest, I can sleep with however many people I want!” Shouted Mr Vine
“So can I” screamed the Reverend, adding “as long as God doesn't catch me” in a quiet voice
“I knew it! You’re only pretending! No real preacher would sleep with females!”
“LIES!”
“What part of the church are you again?!” screamed Mr Vine, the stress bringing on his condition again.
“Proud member of the church of Alan, you blaspheming son of a bitch!” replied the Reverend.
“HERETIC!! I SHOULD HAVE YOU BURNT AT THE STAKE!!!!. You wait until the Pope hears about this!!” Noticing me at the bottom of the stairs, Mr Vine turned to me. “Dig out Italy's area code, Jenkins, I calling the Pope!!”
I hated to point out to him during his rage that the Pope actually lived in the Vatican and as this was its separate country, it would have a separate country code to dial. As I turned to get the code from the magic of the Internet, Mr Vine drew his phone.
“BLOODY TECHNOLOGY!! What do you mean the f-ing batteries DEAD?! Right I need an undead battery...”
He slammed his door and banging was heard. He opened the door, stepped up to the Reverend, waved his finger in his face and said “You've won this one but I'm onto you and you'll slip up someday...and I'll be there to watch, mark my words”
“You've still got my bed” replied the Reverend in a bemused voice, making the sign of the cross in front of his chest.
“So I have. I'll bring it back in. GOD WILLS IT!!”
And so I looked on as the crisis was averted. Almost as tense as Kennedy after that Russian fellow parked some nukes in his backyard... At least no blood had been spilled yet as little was spilt back then.

It wasn't long before we began to leave our marks on this house as well. I'd had some vision of the technological house of the future and began laying cables around the house. I knew this would probably end up with a broken cable at some point and I'd have to crawl around the floor, laying another cable whilst the Reverend stood behind me threatening to shoot me if I didn't get the dam cable laid so he could get back to contact with HQ to send more men and how they wouldn't have stood for my laziness in the Reich. Technology as ever was likely to not work in my hands and I'd have to bodge a job up. I was in the middle of installing the supercomputer in the front room when Mr Vine entered.
“What in the blazes is that?”
“Ah, this HAL” I intoned, pointing at the computer “with this, we can view the Internet, watch movies, listen to music and take over the world”
I could see I'd lost him as soon as I mentioned the word Internet. As he stood there regaining his thoughts I interrupted. “You wanted me?”
“Yeah, we've built a shrine, come look”
I was intrigued. What could they have built a shrine to? As I reached the bottom of the staircase I looked up. There in all its glory was the Hammer and Sickle in all its red and gold glory! My heart leapt! The sight of it made me long for the feel of the air on my face again. Unfortunalty I couldn't do that for a while yet.
“What you think?”
I gathered my thoughts. “We could always add some pictures of famous soviets comrades?”
The Reverend and Vine looked at each other. “Now that’s a great idea! We'll let you sort it out. Get some pictures for us”
I went into my room and started searching for some of the Russian's that could adorn the wall above the flag. I smiled to myself. Seems the brainwashing I'd started last year had begun to take effect. Playing of the Soviet national anthem was in order I believe. Getting the pictures, I mounted them above the flag. There was a space where I'd not been able to find anyone else worthy enough to be added to the likes of Lenin, Trotsky, Mikhail Kalashnikov, Gargain and Laitka the first dog in space. Maybe I'd try and add my face to the line up at some point and see what was said and how long I could get away with it. Unfortunately I deemed myself unworthy as yet but I kept the space there for when I felt I was. After affixing the pictures, the shrine was sorted in my eyes. I could overlook the missing space for the minute. It would be better mounting an AK with it as well but I feel mine best served its purpose nearer to me and while I could probably acquire another one locally, it was an unwise use of funds that the Politburo had deemed I should have. I was in a capitalist country but that didn't mean I had to give into capitalist tendencies.
And so the first night of the new era ended. It seemed with the new shrine, it was a symbol of hope. Much like the revolution in October 1917 was to the comrades then.