[9/20] Makarovgrad will win!!!

IN THE LAIR OF THE OPPOSITION

- Comrades, - the man in a red jacket
and muzzle of the same color continued, - a company of government
troops killed many
of ours at a meeting in a secret warehouse, but
they also received from us. However,
the king must be dead. They are completely... Well, in general... Have they gone crazy? - the man
died from an overabundance of feelings, but no one noticed the loss
of the fighter.
Again there was a flurry of applause.
The ovation swept away everyone who climbed onto the podium. A big man, a representative of the Tambov structures, miraculously appeared on it and began a speech: “So... - then he was interrupted by a single shot. The Tambovets staggered and
fell into the mass of people. An authoritative voice rang out:
- Stop the mess! - everyone fell silent and watched with
horror as Comrade
rises to the podium. Suvorov is the head
of the special sector of the Makarovgrad forces,
the main traitor and renegade, traitor and
lamer, head of the opposition.
“How much nonsense can you say,” he asked, confirming his rightness
by shooting from a gas pistol into the crowd,
but no one even thought of resisting.
“We have already ruined the country,” he continued, “it remains.” just change
the government.
Watermelon, and this is the call name he
appears in the secret papers of the SBM, was clearly
on a roll today,because the hospital
refused to treat him.
- But how? - a question came from the audience, -
SBM does not allow us to turn around. Look, yesterday
in the warehouse the entire strike force was killed.
There was noise again. Everyone shouted, whistled, broke the silence, and reloaded their pistols. The situation was explosive.
- They will not interfere with us. We will send them on the wrong trail. Let’s confuse them so that no one
will unravel them, and then we’ll unscrew the ears of
Antonio I,” Suvorov’s face distorted. He
has long dreamed of unscrewing the ears of His
Royal Majesty.
It was then that an explosion was heard. An explosion of
approval swept Watermelon off the podium and he
rolled toward the wall. Chaos reigned.
The opposition raged. A plan was found. The plan
was immediately ruined and the whole action
was smitten...

Regards,
Random
--
Lord of Chaos.
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