Nicron #21 21 февраля 1997

Story - "No snake will not escape retribution."

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           Crime story
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Author of the text Nikolai Leontiev.
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         ° No snake will not escape retribution °



Bankers kills not only the mafia.
Grey Volga stood beside him. The door opened and I saw
sweet girl. In appearance she was not more than eighteen. She 
looked into my eyes, smiled and said, quite suddenly: 

Sit down, I'll drop you. Surprised so rare proposal, I
responded almost automatically: - Thank you! But I have nowhere 
to go. I live here. - Sit down! - Demanding she said. - You 
Nikolai Petrovich? We need to talk. With amazement and dismay, 
I opened the door "Volga" and sat on the front seat with her. - 
Where are we going? - I was not myself. - Nowhere. We'll talk 
during the drive, and then I will have your entrance. - What do 
you want? - I asked anxiously. 

Do not rush to ... All'll explain: I am a representative of the 
underground youth organization of the Red Brigades ... - I know 
that overseas there are levoradikaly-terrorists. - Now this is 
in Russia. - Who are they? - It is an organization of people 
whose aim Revenge of rogues and drain on Russia. Now fire back 
bankers and businessmen. But this is only the beginning: soon 
box will play dozens of new masters, who decided that they all 
possible. This is our revenge for the humiliation and torn 
homeland for the overthrown in poverty a great nation. We want 
you as a journalist to tell people about us and about why we do 
it. 

I looked out the window. We drove along the Garden Ring .. - 
Are not you afraid that's true ... with me ... alone? .. - No. 
For us to be a cover band. If you now open the door and try to 
get out you just shot. - She said it exactly, casually, as if 
it was to buy potatoes ... 

Why do you think the bankers and businessmen crooks to be 
destroyed? - Because it's not human. One of the dead, to 
example, had 7 cars ... - And why it could not have them? He 
also earned so much money ... - Such money can not earn 
honestly. You can earn as much, for example, to open a bank? - 
But manufacturers are developing economies, and to kill all 
sin! - We do not industrialists. We are thieves, robbing the 
state, enemies of the Fatherland. And the enemy must be 
destroyed besposchadno.I it not a sin. - Are not you afraid 
that you will be arrested? - No. We are not killers. We 
Avengers bombers, people who know what they're going, the last 
war, the fearless and incorruptible ... 

And how great is your organization? - To know it is not 
necessary. - You have something to do with the Communist Party? 
- No. We are in themselves. - All that you are telling me, I 
can divulge? - For this we met. And let them know these paskudy 
that no wage guards will not save them from popular anger. Soon 
everyone will know about new acts of revenge. And the bald man 
with the mark on his bald head let more praying to God: his 
days are numbered. - Whom do you mean? - Gorbachev. This ... 
well paid, but 30 pieces of silver in the time of Christ were 
also a lot of money. - Tell me who you are finances? - 
Expropriation. - So, in Russian words, you steal? - No. 
Personally, for myself, we take very little, only the most 
necessary: ​​the rest on the matter - ammunition, weapons, etc. 
Our conscience is clear. - Do you think that by terror can 
accomplish anything? 

None. Terror - it's not a method of struggle, but in our 
country (and I emphasize: in our country, unlike those used to 
say in this) Terror is needed. Modern mug can be stopped only 
by a fist, I mean a bullet. They know it and quickly convert 
stolen abroad. But we find them there. - You have so many 
serious words, but you are so beautiful, gentle ... Do not you 
wish your youth? You probably have a favorite? - Yes. On his 
conscience for the shot several "wolves." I have already said 
that we suicide and die to save the honor of Russia from 
desecration. When not my favorite, will not be me and 
naoborot.A rude .. Of course, this is bad ... But what to do 
when around a dirt ... That's all I have to tell you.



The machine slowed down smoothly. I looked out the window 
behind him was my staircase. Opening the door, I carefully went 
out of the car. "Volga" moved forward. Numbers on it was not. 
Behind, three hundred meters, unfolded car cover ...