Direction to the ass (Robert Fico X Peter Pellegrini)

Blood, sweat and tears; just the tears

Two months later...

Fico:

It's been four months already. Four months and still no word on who was behind the massive New Year's killing of journalists. I guess I was a little relieved on the other hand, what else can you expect from the police, right? The Lempl people are not capable of solving anything, and if one of them is even a little capable, then it's not such a job to bribe him. While the police are still (in vain) looking for the killer, I started seeing Peter regularly. I mean, more like him with me. My wife hasn't lived with me for two years, so it's not a problem. No one caught us, at least not yet. It looks like everything will go smoothly, but what could go wrong, right? Elections are waiting for Peter in a while. I hope he wins. If not, then it will be a problem to cover up anything, whether it should be the murder or our relationship. It doesn't look very good, but I trust him. Oh, and one more thing, some new Romany has spread in China. I don't know why Asians are going crazy over this. If they didn't eat dogs, they have strong immunity and this won't happen to them.

March 20, 2020

Pele:

I lost. Fuck it. Robert knows this, he also scolded me for it, which is quite ironic when he was still scolding people not to shout at me. In my defense, what was I supposed to do? It is not my fault. I can't blame the fact that our party leader decided to become a fad even though he promised me last time after we had sex that he wouldn't do it and thus discouraged most of our voters who had had enough of us. He's obviously changed his mind. And I change it too. I still don't enjoy it anymore, I definitely didn't imagine it like this. In the beginning it still worked, it seemed that Robert really liked me, but now? Now on to me

shit From on high.

He moved me into his house, so our daily routine looks something like this: I get up in the morning and go to work, of course Robert always comes late, sometimes he doesn't come at all, because what else would he do there, right? Afterwards, I return home, where I wait for Robert for about an hour (I always wait regardless of what is happening at the moment. I wonder where he is). When the gentleman finally deigns to come, he doesn't even greet me and farts in front of the TV. I used to cook for him, but after he told me several times that my food tasted like I had taken it out of the trash, and I cough on him. After watching TV, he triumphantly gets up and goes to eat at least half of the fridge. By this time it's around eight in the evening, so I give up doing anything and go to bed. After half an hour, Robert comes to lie in bed with me. I am completely exhausted while Robert, who is miraculously full of too much energy, demands sex. So I'll let him do what he wants. It's definitely better than arguing with him that I'm not in the mood for it. After his performance, he gets up, scratches his ass and continues to watch television intensively, where he usually falls asleep. Yet when I wake up in the morning, he is lying next to me. I don't know how he always does it, but he's just there. And this is our daily routine.

I turned off the TV. I really didn't need to watch this. Robert kept driving into me.

"You know what? If you're that smart, go do it yourself!" He was starting to screw me over.

"If it wasn't for Kuciak, I'm still there! You came to it like a blind violinist! Or did you help it and mess with Kiska? What? Confess!” He nudged me.

"Stop taking advantage of me! I didn't have to mess with anyone because of it, and certainly not with Kiska!"

"How am I supposed to believe you?! You guys can't do anything else! You're even worse than women, at least sometimes they decide to get to higher positions with some work."

"I'd like to remind you that you're hot too if you demand sex from me every night!" Robert stared at me for a moment and then burst out laughing.

"Then go and spread the word to the world. Do you think anyone will believe you? Don't forget that even though I don't live with my wife, we are not divorced. We have a son. We are family! Do you understand it? Probably not, because you never had a proper family, because you wouldn't even be able to build one! The only thing you were good at was screwing guys. And you can't build a family out of that, boy. A family is a man, a woman and children, not a man and a man. And it will always be like that, even if the libtards from the European Union stand on their heads." It rattled inside me. I almost cried. I wanted so badly to say something to him, to yell at him. But I couldn't think of anything. So there I am he just stood there.

,,I'm leaving. Don't worry, keep the apartment, I can easily buy ten of these." He pulled himself together and went to pack his things. I just stood there and slowly started to cry. Fico finally recovered.

"Harabin was right, you really are just a slob. Actually, I don't even know what I should have expected from you. Goodbye."

He left. He slammed the door behind him. I went to the bedroom where I collapsed on the bed. I hated myself. For who I am, for how I live. Why can't I just be fucking normal?! Fico was right, no one would believe him for screwing with a guy. In my case, on the other hand, about half of the nation suspects it. I wanted to get the sadness and anger out of me right now. I couldn't think of anything better than going on YouTube and listening to Lana Del Rey. That's always a guaranteed recipe for sadness. I listened to Lana as I slowly drifted off to sleep. I hope Fica gets hit by a car, even if I never have to see him. Or better yet, let the car hit me so I don't have to see anyone ever again.

Don't leave me now (don't leave me now)

Don't say good bye (don't say good bye)

Don't turn around (don't turn around)

Leave me high and dry (leave me high and dry)

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast

Don't turn around (don't turn around)

Leave me high and dry (leave me high and dry)

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast

I am alone at midnight

Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but II've got a war in my mind

I just ride

Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy

I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes

All I've got to keep myself sane, baby

So I just ride, I just ride...