Direction to the ass (Robert Fico X Peter Pellegrini)

Now or never

Journalist Pavel:

I almost couldn't breathe with excitement and at the same time astonishment. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I've encountered a lot of strange pig houses in my life, but this exceeded all my expectations. Maybe I secretly loathed them, maybe I envied them. I stood there like that for about an hour (it must be left to Fico, he has great endurance). I filmed everything I saw. From start to finish. From the first kiss to the climax. This is going to piss off the boss. Literally.

Pelle:

I haven't been better in my life. Whatever happened yesterday, it didn't matter now. Robert was lying under me. I didn't know what to do. Even though I wanted to spend every second with him until death do us part, I still realized how screwed up we were. I mean, he was literally in mine, but that doesn't matter now.

"I love you, Peter" Fico suddenly said to me. I looked at him in astonishment for a while before I could answer.

"I love you too" and I snuggled closer to him. The sun was shining outside. It was slowly ten o'clock and we were still lying naked in bed. Life is good sometimes.

Andrej Danko:

I wasn't invited to this party, but what was I supposed to do? Sitting at home, doing nothing and just waiting for the New Year? You have to enjoy yourself a little. I can't blame the fact that our SNS party doesn't have enough money to just go to the Tatras before the New Year. I used the back entrance (at least I think it was the back entrance) where I found Mr. Harabin. He was probably trying to get in too. He was sitting on the ground drinking, there was a pile of drunken bottles around him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Harabin looked at me.

"I'm drinking zadar. Do you want too?"

I'm an alcoholic, of course I wanted to. But now was not the time, I have to solve my obligations first, then get drunk! I politely replied that I didn't want to, to which Harabin looked at me in disbelief. I was looking for Fico, I don't even know why. Anyway, any dirt will do. I was running around the hotel when I happened to notice my longtime friend Pavel. He was running somewhere.

"Hey Pavel, what are you doing here?" Pavel stopped for a moment.

,,Nothing nothing. I'm about to leave anyway."

Suddenly I noticed the camera in his hand.

"Pavel, don't tell me you haven't stopped with this shit yet. How many times have I told you that the boulevard is the road to hell. Someone will kill you here."

Pavel walked up to me and whispered in my ear: "Well, everyone has a salary of five thousand Czechs like you. Really fuck off, the only thing I can afford right now is fucking Chinese soups. You're the last one who has anything to teach me about."

Angry, he turned and ran outside. I knew he was in for some trouble. But I had no idea how big it was. Well, back to my mission.

As I scrambled up the stairs, I saw Pelle running down towards me. He was buttoning up his jacket and he was all flustered. He didn't even notice me. So I continued up. Fico was standing in the corridor in a bathrobe, looking out the window. It was raining outside. I remembered Harabin drinking outside. At this rate, he must be soaked, not just from the rain.

Fico:

A few minutes ago everything was perfect. A few minutes ago, Peter was curled up on my chest. Now he was running away from me. I don't even know why, is Pelle such a fucking softie? Of course, I don't mean softness in bed, on the contrary, that suits me.

Few minutes ago:

"You know, Peter, I think it's time to move our side somewhere." Peter, who was still lying on my chest, looked up at me.

"And where?" he asked me.

‎‫دو‬‎ I just read such an interesting book, I think it was called Mein Kampf, and it quite inspired me to make some changes."

"Well, you're making me an ass!" Peter suddenly pulled away from me sharply.,,You don't mean it, do you even know what that would mean?! There are literally instructions on how to destroy us in that book! Pelle was now on the ground and looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown at any moment.

"However, we are not Jews."

"But we're gay! Two guys farting together!"

"If you don't like it, get out! I don't need some communist here."

"I'm going too! And just for your information, I'm not a communist! Unlike you!"

Peter pulled himself together, pulled one of the suits out of the closet, and got out. He obviously didn't care if the suit was mine or his.

I can't believe Robert did this to me. I trusted him, I loved him and he this. No program will be changed! Let him forget about these Nackist ideologies right away. On the way down, I was so excited that I didn't even notice my colleague, who happened to look a lot like Andrej Danko. I ran out. I didn't know where to go, so I went into the forest. Meanwhile, the rain turned to a blizzard and the blizzard turned to snow. I didn't care. I just went somewhere. Away from everyone, away from that traitor.

A loud crunching of branches snapped me out of my thoughts. It suddenly dawned on me that I was completely screwed. There was no signal. I was alone, who knows how far away from everyone, away from that traitor. I slowly turned to look the something in the eye. And that was my fatal mistake...