SAVE AND SAVE !
Or morning Russian POLICY !
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...In the morning, at exactly six zero-zero Vladi-
the world of Wolfovich Zhirinovsky, with difficulty opening
cloudy eyes, woke up from the fact that I felt
placed someone's hand on his shoulder. "Bul,
kghm, hrmt,” he squeezed out with difficulty.
Clearing his throat and finally opening his eyes,
for, he managed to squeeze out of himself: “Well, what-
who #$-#/%$#@%$ managed to make an attempt
wake ME up at this #$@@#$%&&%# time,
definitely?"
From the half-open wardrobe door, with pre-
with a tremendous effort of both will and strength, you
Security Vasya's frightened face poked his head in.
“YAYYAYA,” the muzzle creaked in fear. "And for-
what the helldefinitely?!" proclaimed
half-sober leader after yesterday's drinking
liberal democrats. "So, you were yesterday
they asked..." - with less fear
Vasya wheezed, trying to get out of
closet, where he climbed, knowing heh...hey ha-
character of your boss, especially in the morning after
drinking.
"Why did I ask? Was it really me yesterday
did you think of this before? Did I really decide something?
what to do today?...", - it’s already normal
Vovochka said with his tongue (author's note:
Here and hereafter Vovochka or Vovchik
or Zhirik is V.V. Zhirinovsky)
“Okay, get the hell out of here,” Li ordered.
der LDPR to his security, - “Yes, and brought-
give me a couple of liters of beer, caviar, servilat
and one more thing: he took out from the pile of bed whites -
ya, bras and panties of their mistresses,
a list about as long as an untwisted roll
toilet paper.
“And don’t forget!” said Zhirik, and
spat in Vasya's direction. He deftly dodged
Xia, picked up the list and was like that.
Vovchik thought. "Fuck I asked for this
motherfucker wake me up? Maybe a meeting...
wow, at the highest level, and I forgot? A
maybe voters are waiting for me somewhere...
#$##$&`%@#$$#! ", he suddenly exclaimed, "I
After all, yesterday I decided to save Russia! Well, I did
keep your word! So we have to save...
Yes, only forI need to start giving myself a dacha
build. Although why do I need a dacha, I have them
and so on five. Or maybe a car? No, I have them
also five, just for each dacha
tire. ABOUT ! We need to go to the temple! Ask
God help me save Russia, and accumulate
more lava, and then you still have to ask,
so that after saving the country, I can calmly
but to get out of it, otherwise why for these times-
Valins should go!"
For these cool thoughts, Vovochka asks
business for a whole hour and a half, and then at the door
the enthusiastic Vasya burst in, and with joyful
shouting: “Well, I think I brought everything,” he thumped
on Vovchik’s bed a couple of suitcases, great
I grab a canister, a tray, and, smiling evilly,
I placed another canister near the bed.
Zhirik, remembering that he had, after all,
hungover, immediately unscrewed one of the canisters
lid and took a huge sip. After
this careless step, his eyes popped out
out of their orbits, ears twitched in different directions,
and a terrible scream was heard, directed towards
Vasya's side: "KXXXXXXXX, PPPPPP, UGXXXX,
HHHHHHHttttooooo is this?" Vasya howled with joy
bargaining that his plan did not fail, explains
Neil: “Well, of course, Vladimir Volfovich, ben-
zine, as indicated in the list, ten
liters!"
"Where's the motherfucker's beer? Xpxm, ugh!",
Vovochka spat at Vasya. "How about where? Yes
“here it is,” the security exclaimed, raising
second from the floorthe canister he put
near the bed. Vladimir Volfovich, having accepted
the look of a hungover diplomat who
chalked with gasoline instead of beer, quickly depleted
took the canister from Vasya’s hands and drained it in one gulp
her. After such a purely diplomatic post-
stupid, he rose up on the bed, and, staring
index finger to the guard in the person of Vasya,
said: “One more such s... nya, and you’ll go
scrub the floors of my castle in Austria!" Here
Vasya was seriously frightened: of course, de-
ten hectares of floors covered with three-centimeter
a meter layer of dust, and another three hundred
stairs This is a couple of dozen jobs
years! Having moved his only wriggle-
noah, he said, kneeling: “HHHHHE
NNNNNNADO PLEASE!!!!" Vovchik looked at
this monster, and said: “Well, let’s put it on
the first time you are forgiven! Quickly cook for me
Mercedes, let's go to church, we need a friend to speak
let me shovel a couple of kilograms of heroin... Oh
damn, I need to talk to God and start
saving Russia!"
Quickly hiding behind the door, Vasya ran
to the garage, where, shouting: “HORSE-DONKLE,” he gave
in the face of the first person who comes to hand
to the cleaner. He realized that since there was no security
in spirit, then the authorities, accordingly, then-
I’m not in a good mood, and decided to go on vacation, but
It’s even better to just quit. But the Mercedes is under-
rolled towards the entrance.
Vovchik, had a little snack (cut down half a bato-
onservilata, a kilogram of black caviar, and
sturgeon logo), washed it all down with beer, and,
feeling healthy and full of strength,
tried to get up.
On about the fifth try he succeeded,
and he thought that it’s a bummer every morning
This is how you learn to walk.
But the atrophied legs are slowly beginning to...
function, and, in the end, so
they blamed their owner for not having time
brake and missed the door, in
as a result of which he almost got smeared across
wall. Only his belly full of caviar saved him
and salmon. Finally, leaving the room,
Zhirik ran around the house after the secretary -
mistress shouting: “I’ll kill the bitch, destroy-
eat my morals with your eighties
with ten kilogram tits." The one crying
ran to the bathroom to weigh her breasts. Came out
she is disheveled and rumpled from there - there
Vasya turned out to be by chance, and he really loved
morning blowjob.
Finally, everything fell into place, Vovchik
sank into the Merc, Vasya sat down next to him, and
they went to save Russia.
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