He’s racist, she’s communist, here’s thief and there’s informal.

Lunch time of the day. It's cloudy and gloomy outside. The windows of the city streets are whitewashed due to haze. In a street stream of cars. The cars are humming merrily, not letting walkers collect with their thoughts. There was a traffic jam near the bank at the crossroads. The advertising signs are lined on the bank window. There are four police cars and a police truck at the entrance, which areccasting colored shadows on the nearby walls. The entrance to the steamy glass doors of the bank is blocked from the inside. 
In the building, dozens of people lie face down on the floor with their hands on the back of their heads.

The tall man, wearing a hood and a black mask on his face, standing close to a bank clerk. The man holds an assault rifle in one hand and an old telephone in the another one. To the back of the telephone conversation, a policeman. Who is standing on the street surrounded by colleagues, leaning over phone. He's listening to the loud cry:
- I don't have a mom or a dad. I am a fiend, uncle. And I will not go to back!

Loud words replace telephone beeps. There are eyes wide open in surprise on the face of a failed diplomat. The day before, at dinner with his family, he heard exactly the same offer from his daughter.
This bank is robbed for the third time during two and a half years. Two of the robberies were committed by former policemen.

It's dangerous to be disappointed in yourself. After that, can catch such beautiful color hallucinations, in which not everyone would like to have an acting. So, to be a very possible to get off the train, get off the plane ladder to nowhere, go out the window on a quiet night, roll up these sleeves to the elbow, that is red from blood. The dream of this bank robber is to get out of this country closer to freedom as soon as possible.

At the same time, while the robbery is going on, there are political announcements on TV, the essence of which reflects the sadness of all life. In a nutshell, described by the liberal slogan of the opposition: "The informal sits in jail, the thief leads in cabinet session".

All convenient places that are in the state field have already been distributed among their people. Those who are dissatisfied either take to the city streets or rob, whatever can, - stalls, shops, bank accounts, or, as in this particular case, - trying to rob a bank.
Meanwhile, on the street, near the ill-fated bank, various media gathered. Near the phone and the same dumbfounded police officer-diplomat, stands an elderly woman in beige and black attire. In this case, the robber is out of luck. His identity was quickly established and his elderly mother was brought to the building. On the pensioner's face are large glasses and a red badge, attached to her chest, which is about belonging to the party.

Unfortunately, the laws are drawn up in such a way that not everyone can receive social benefits at the same time. And no one is responsible for this. Because there are liberal fascists in the parliament, and radical nationalists on the streets. Left radicals are robbing banks, liberal anarchists are looting old women. Conservatives are turning into religious fanatics, liberals move to social outcasts. This impoverished and life-threatening environment is the perfect place and time for foreign intervention by a neighbor that is dastardly barbaric.

There are words in one of my favorite songs: "It'll eat you up like an aphid a flower, but it's still better to die same than to never love anyone"

by Artem Miachin

7 January 2023

Published by Artem Miachin

Here are my attempts to be free in my soul and outside from a raid of fear and lies. I'm a Russian malcontent.

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