Direction to the ass (Robert Fico X Peter Pellegrini)

Bye! It's me again

Skin:

I thought about it. I thought day and night. I really couldn't think of anything. I could either go to the opposition or go back to the government. As far back as I can remember, I was always much happier when I was in government. Not because I enjoyed the feeling of being at the trough, just... Life was easier and I felt better. My relationship with Fic began to deteriorate at the exact moment when Matovič removed me from the government. I hated him for that, he was the one who ruined my life and everything I had. I decided that I would eventually go back to Robert, even though he had changed, he had changed a lot. Rather than social democracy, his party now resembles some neo-Nazis. But I have a feeling that I can change him. I partially succeeded before, so I must succeed now. Or he'll change me, that's also a possibility.

Fico:

I was in my office when someone knocked. So I invited the person in question to enter. It was Peter.

"Hello, what do you need?"

“Can I go on?” He asked me.

“Yeah and close it,” I answered him. He closed it and went to sit across from me.

"I've been thinking about it and I think... I want to go into the government with you eventually." He looked at the ground dumbfounded as he told me this.

“Are you serious?” I was surprised, I didn't expect this.

"Because."

“Then look me in the eyes and say it again.” Peter hesitated for a moment, then raised his head.

“I want to be with you again.” He stared straight into my soul.

"Like with me in government or with me as...?"

"Both." Peter suddenly stood up and rolled over the table to kiss me, knocking a few stacks of papers off the table in the process. I was thrown off my feet, but I ended up pulling Peter closer.

Three years. I waited three years for him to come back. Now he was finally back. I finally had him back with me. And I had no plans to let him go. Definitely, again it is.

Rush:

Peter didn't come home that evening. Maybe it was a good thing because I somehow set his shirt on fire while ironing. I was just wondering where he could have gone. I remember when he was younger he used to go to gay bars every night. At one point, he went there so often that my colleagues and I wondered when he would come out saying he had AIDS.

But he had long since passed this phase, so I wondered where he was. I called him but he didn't pick up. I tried calling again. I tried calling him over and over until I finally got a response.

"Hello? This is Impulse!" It came from the other side. The voice sounded somehow strange.

"Peter, is that you?"

“You called Robert Fico's office! How can I help you?"

"Where is Peter and why do you have his phone!" I pissed. How many times have I told him to forget about him, how many times have I’m told him to screw him! Fico could have anyone, anyone he wanted! And he has to choose Peter, my Peter!

"Peter is right below me and he's barely catching his breath, what do you want for him?"

"What on earth are you doing there?!"

"We work together. That's something the two of you haven't been able to do in the three years you've been together, as much as Peter has wanted it.”

"It just so happened that the two of us farted together so much that you can't even imagine!"

"Seriously? And that Peter was telling me something completely different." I felt myself gradually turning red. So not this, no one will talk to me like that.

"FINALLY LEAVE PETER THE FUCK ALONE AND FIND ANOTHER OBJECT OF INTEREST!"

"Thanks, but I don't want to. And Peter probably doesn't either by the way he keeps treating me. Sorry, I have to finish now, let's go with Peter for another round." He hung up. I was left alone in my house with my own thoughts. Suddenly I didn't mind that I burned Peter's shirt, quite the opposite. I wanted to go and set fire to his whole wardrobe .