The dictator and flatterers

Dictator. Dystopia

 The satirical collection of miniatures



 How hard is it to be surrounded by loyal people in your life.

 The dictator has long felt self as in the pressurechamber, because his every desire is immediately fulfilled. If only he has to think of something, and then having if not a magic castles, quite it is made real and quite crooked desires.
 They endeavoured, these comrades in power. They endeavoured very. And any word like echoed, repeatedly reflected, multiplied, delaminating, and reached its edge, slowly sliding into the abyss. But the bottom of the abyss has not been seen.

 He had the feeling that someone decided to outwit him, I guess. Began to Fulfill All his desires. He felt like in a cotton pillow, tried to go outside, but nothing worked. This sheer idiocy not that tired, not that put out, but did not cause any emotions, any emotions.

 He traveled a lot, used every opportunity to see everything with your own eyes. Because it has been long time the advice of principal advisers did not cause any trust. These advices care to his troubles and sometimes even shame. It seems that he is superior, and behave as superior. But he knew himself how it had lured him to this godforsaken place. And didn't want to be here, never wanted.

 Another "helper" knocked on the door. He looked wearily at the cold iron door and pressed a button. The door was slowly opened.