The Proletarian Dictatorship of Nedvia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Comrade Spartak with an iron fist, and notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, state-planned economy, and enslaved workforce. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 27.963 billion Nedvians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Red Glory. The average income tax rate is 99.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Nedvian economy, worth a remarkable 4,631 trillion Spartaks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is mostly made up of the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology. Average income is an impressive 165,617 Spartaks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

You gots to be part of the Party to get in to the party, executions are marked by quiet dignity and maybe a final round or two of whist, citizens are frequently searched for illegal weapons, and sleep-deprived officials are known to collapse after late night revision for their examinations. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Nedvia's national animal is the Colossal Nedvian Mastodon, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Unitary Revolutionary Ideal.

Nedvia is ranked 302,294^th in the world and 63^rd in Psychotic Dictatorships for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -13.7 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.