Communism had shifted to get more comfortable, spreading out long legs in front of him and hearing the joints crack a bit. He wasn't very powerful at the moment, so he didn't notice the approach of another immortal until she had walked right up to him and he tore his eyes away from an article about a textile company that he knew had horrendous labour practices to look up at her curiously.
"Da," He answered before shaking himself and repeating it in moderately accented English. "Yes, as good as it can get these days." He smiled and held the paper up for her to see. "Look! This company right here, they pay their child labourers about six cents a day and they just went bankrupt." He smiled even brighter and fished for the New York Times.
"And look at this one. North Korea is causing trouble again what with unconditional aid being withdrawn from them by South Korea. But do they fold? No sir, they keep stockpiling nukes." He realized that maybe he was babbling and put the papers down. "But I suppose that stuff only interests me." He stuck out a large hand. "I'm Communism." He looked at her warily, but she didn't seem to be a threat. "If you want to run away screaming about the red menace, I'll understand."