Opahalo

Dictator. Dystopia

 The satirical collection of miniatures


 today conversations with the voices was quite productive, I almost created a story, while at work  I pick something workpiece.

 But I started to paranoia about the mafia and her strange signals on the way home in the bus. And not some Chicago mafia, handsome men with guns at the ready, but usual Russian, gray people, erased unrecognizable face. They suitable not heard, nobody ever notices.

 Here I think, completely stunned, found someone to be afraid of. Well to hell with them, I forgot. But the tales crumbled, I give to you, that remained after the devastation.

 there was a motorcyclist. all that he could proud of, this was riding on a moped. He even did not have the head, instead of head sticking out fluffy wolf tail, waving beautifully in the wind.

 the tail was useful subject to him, it was very convenient to fan the chiefs of the flies, or of the heat. If authorities will sweat, for example under the arms, or the chair back from the heat will stick, our tail right there, fans.

 The boss also flattered that they have such a noble fan, that it had a moped. The boss had a difficult childhood, moped was not, and to ride no one even gave, his comrades did not like to his, did not trust. Now boss can buy thousand motorcycles, undignified somehow with night wolves in the city to play tricks. And so, to stand next to. Yes, it waving from heat ass, convenient.
 fan another nickname was making loud, criminal offense without a diploma. How did he get his diploma, he had at the Desk was not sitting, hallway education gender-class Church-parish Sunday school.

 for outstanding contribution overbearing ass he was awarded as in feudal times – a bit of land, two of hundred hectares was presented, here with the serfs hitch left, there was not serfs. But normal people will not went hired to him as laborers. We all know for example, that good grapes the don't grow near wolves-werewolves, the wine not matures, will sour. And will pay nothing.

 but if decides to build a hotel, too, not a fountain. There's also the evil spirits from settled, and will come only lovers of trash, who else would dare, no one else.

 in General, it is unclear why the Opahalo is so much a hectare, most likely deprive from local. Acres is not falling of sky.

 Further I does not develop the script, with these mafia from  Kolyma once all ambiguous, they have such a language, the brain will turn until understand.

 Probably the fan be romantic to plow the steppe on his motorbike, who knows.

 And more better, if I have drink tea at home, I have a full model of the steppe on my balcony, and flowers pretty well look.