Direction to the ass (Robert Fico X Peter Pellegrini)

Revenge of the broken head

Igor Matovič:

I was sitting at home in the living room trying to get into the phones I stole from Pelle's office when suddenly someone rang. The wife was with her daughters on vacation somewhere with her parents, so I didn't count on the fact that it was her. I went to open it. Behind the door stood Svetlana, Fico's wife.

"Svetlana, what are you doing here?" I was surprised.

"I need to talk about something and you're the only one who's sure to understand me considering your relationship with Fic."

"Come on, then." I invited her in. Svetlana looked terrible, almost as if she was suffering from insomnia. I knew from the newspapers that Fic often cheated, which is honestly not surprising.

"You know, I've been wondering if I should even tell anyone, but my conscience can't take it anymore. I had a lover, his name was Pavel. He was a journalist. I wanted to find out if Robert had a lover, so I sent him to that resort in the Tatras..."

"To the same place where someone massacred those journalists?!"

"Yeah, right there... we met on November 31. He gave me everything he found out. At midnight he sent me some more photos. That was the last time he was alive.” Svetlana looked like she was going to cry.

,,If you allow me, what exactly did he find out? Does Fico have a lover?” Svetlana shook her head and finally burst into tears.

"Then why are you crying? But it's good to know that your husband doesn't have a lover. Or did you just want the photos so you could blackmail him?" Svetlana shook her head again.

"Robert doesn't have a lover, he..." She paused.

“He has a lover.” My chin dropped to the floor.

"Fico has a lover? Are you sure we're talking about the same Fic?” She nodded.

"Do you at least know who he is?"

"Pelle." Svetlana collapsed hysterically. I collapsed too. This is perhaps even worse than if he fucked those dogs. Svetlana suddenly looked at the table. Pelle's phones were still lying there.

"Why do you have Pavlo's cell phone?" She asked as she wiped away her tears.

"I picked it up at Pelle's. I didn't know it belonged to Paul."

"At Pelle's? The bastard will first take my husband and then kill my lover." Svetlana suddenly stood up. She was no longer sad, now she was pissed. She strode towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I called after her.

"Kill Pelle."

"You mean literally?"

"Yeah!" She slammed the door behind her. In any other situation I would have tried to stop her, but now I couldn't care less. I went back to intensively unlocking the phone. The screen lit up on one. Finally.

Pelle:

"It was late evening, the first May

-evening May- was the time of love.

Hrdliččin's voice called to love,

where the grove smelled of pine..."

"Tyvol, don't read it anymore."

“I thought you wanted some romance.” He suddenly turned to me.

"May is not a romance, there are murders and rapes, but most people don't know that because they don't get past the first few verses." Náhlik looked at me.

“Oh, and I always thought it was a romantic poem. After all, Mácha was a romantic!"

"Well, I don't know when he was literally beating his wife." I looked at the ceiling. Náhlik and I were lying in Robert's apartment, which he had left for me. More precisely, in his bed.