Those brutal recreations will end in brutality. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info - Shakespeare

Crying, invective, vicious curses.

Stampede, crowded, angry thugs.

The time has finally come for the democrats to be liquidated. The crowd of blast police broke through the crowd, and a flood of anger shattered the last cornerstone that stood in front of him. They trampled on the noble marble staircase, step by step, the invisible flame was spreading rapidly, from the oppression and suffocation of the people, trying to oppress this palace as a symbol of power, oppression to the point of ashes.

There was not much time left for them to cut themselves off, the conference room was as silent as a morgue, and perhaps before long, they would be put in body bags and thrown into the morgue, their stiff shells slowly rotting in the soft moss of beetles and maggots.

In addition to the Minister of Defence Stenkulescu, Constantinescu was abandoned by Deputy Speaker Peter Roman, and parliamentarians Cornea and Nastase, who had been the vanguard members of the Democratic Salvation Front (NDRF) whose souls had long since degenerated, no different from corrupt and dirty politicians. It is not so much that they were once righteous people, but that they were dirty politicians in the guise of democracy from the beginning, who deceived the people with rhetoric and buried the future of Romania with their own hands.

Now, when they come to their senses, the end of Romania is coming.

They were brutally dragged out of the square from the Capitol, their hats dropped to the side, and after a punch and kick, they were already drenched in blood, and their faces were bruised and swollen and abandoned in the empty square.

A bunch of bloated and filthy balls of flesh begged them with tears in their eyes to stop fighting, and they were willing to donate all their possessions to spare these people.

The cold snap froze the air, leaving only their desperate struggles with tears and pleading. How could the population, instigated by members of the Social Democratic Party, accede to their demands.

"Spare you, who will those who died in the turmoil seek redress? Romania can forgive anyone, but not you traitors! ”

Majestic and vicious curses came from directly in front of them, and Dinescu approached step by step, his eyes bloodshot with anger, they were teammates in the united front in 1989, but after the death of the "dictator" Ceausescu, the unity of the Democratic Salvation Front quickly collapsed, and everyone took off their hypocritical faces and exuded a desire for a power vacuum. Poets and professors who had no city government were pushed out of the political circle and watched the whole country fall step by step in their traitorous pursuit of glory.

Dinesscu was desperate.

He had vowed to pay the blood of the dictator who betrayed the people.

And today, he is going to execute all the bloodsucking worms that parasitize the people.

Moreover, a considerable number of the deputies on that blacklist were members of the Social Democratic Party. He understood that Vojnea was using this purge to exclude dissidents. But what does it matter, anyway, the ultimate goal is to save Romania, but the purpose is different.

Now he is the master here, stripped of the cloak of power, and the parliamentarians who kneel on the ground and beg for mercy are no different from the others. It's just that the body is more dirty and bloated.

"You have no right to judge me!"

"Only the Supreme Court has the standing to try us!"

"I want to see my lawyer!"

Nastase, the former president of the Executive Board, tried to resist, but was firmly grasped by the shoulders of those around her, and when she looked up at Dinestu, she remembered the look in the eyes she had seen when the Ceausescus were tried 10 years ago.

"Familiar?"

Dinestu smiled and asked, "Remember how you judged them ten years ago?" Relying on despicable and shameless lies, secret cooperation with the CIA, and wagging tails and begging for mercy to Western countries. The outrageous lie of a mass grave deceives the people of the entire country and buries the future of Romania. You say Ceausescu is a dictator, but what you do is even more shameless! I am saddened that you have been in a state of residence for the people for 10 years, a whole 10 years, and the entire Romanian years in which the Communist Party was in power were the only democratic era for the Romanian people compared to the era from 1989 to the present. ”

Dinestu was like a judge on trial, telling their crimes one after another.

"Now the time has finally come to be reckoned."

Dinestu smiled, relieved, as if something that had been worrying about him had finally come to an end at this moment.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and at some point the bronze statue of Lenin with his arms outstretched was standing again in the square, and the rusted arms still hung with hangings.

Leaning on the swaying gallows in the wind, a chill welled up from behind.

He twitched, looking desperate.

It seems that they will not see the sun tomorrow.

He recalled that moment back then, the expressionless eyes of the Ceausescu couple, and the crime that they would rather die than admit to it.

"I'm not guilty."

"A traitor who betrays the people is not qualified to judge me."

"Only the people are eligible."

It's just that the role of the judge has changed from the savior of democracy to that of a corrupt bureaucrat. Nastase grabbed Dinestu's thigh and cried out in despair, "I am willing to donate all the overseas savings I have accumulated over the years, I just beg you to spare my life!" I can give it all to you! ”

Dinesscu stood with his hands in his hands, ignoring the pleas.

"On behalf of the Romanian people, I hereby pronounce the verdict of Nastase, a member of the Romanian Parliament, who has accepted bribes from General Motors of the United States, connived at the embezzlement of state property by foreign assets, lost the jobs of the workers, struggled with poverty below the subsistence line, and embezzled and corrupted the entire Romanian country to the brink of collapse."

The indictment of each crime is a punishment for the sins of Nastase.

"Death penalty!"

As the last sentence fell, the rope of the hanging hung around his neck, and before he could struggle, a powerful force squeezed his throat, pulling the cervical vertebrae and dragging him back, and soon his legs hung in the air, and the suffocation unscrupulously robbed the last air of his lungs. The bloodshot eyes gradually blurred the image of the retina, and finally the figure with his legs hanging like a pendulum hanged from the bronze statue of Lenin, shaking.

The impact of this scene frightened the rest of the hierarchy, and the Romanians, who were cattle of Eastern Europe, laid out their definition of justice in the simplest and crudeest way.

All hanged.

"Who's next?"

Dinesscu indifferently swept over the prisoners, his voice low, and his finger pointed at the cold corpse, "It's too cheap for you to shoot, corrupt bureaucrats and oligarchs should be hanged on street lamps." ”

"Just like him." (To be continued.) )