The Proletarian Dictatorship of Nedvia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Comrade Spartak with an iron fist, and notable for its closed borders, ubiquitous missile silos, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 22.908 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 3,796 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 165,719 Spartaks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

The government sends submarines to retrieve bodies from shipwrecked submarines, the nation frequently scolds its subject territories for staying up past bedtime, loudmouthed journalists are given the chop, and punk-rockers and girl-bands are united in their loss of fashion statements. 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 Mammoth, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Revolutionary Ideal.

Nedvia is ranked 47,352^nd in the world and 13^th in Psychotic Dictatorships for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 649.2 on the Clooney Contribution Index.