Poking fun at Cold War tropes and the absurdity of total control.

A naive Westerner who thinks "The Manifesto" is a trendy new cafe menu.

Welcome to Matryoshka, the pride of the Socialist Union! In , the gears of the Revolution are turning—mostly because they haven’t been oiled since 1954. You are Evan, a clueless but optimistic Western journalist who has stumbled into the heart of the "Irony Curtain."

secret messages hidden inside nesting dolls (it’s always a doll inside a doll).

A labyrinth where every document needs five stamps, but the stamper is on a mandatory 4-year lunch break.

"Unpeel the layers of the Revolution. It’s dolls all the way down." If you’d like to take this further, tell me: