I give the counsel here, and you all follow it without question and carry it out instantly.
I took off the crown again, pulled out the pins, and tied my hair back in a ponytail. I held a “casting”: which minister “pops up the most” and will become the favorite. In the screening room I showed footage from Kazakhstan, then handed out medals to those who survived.…
I sat over a kettlebell, a rhyming dictionary, and a student’s cards. She looked in before the bathhouse: “Help me relax.” I said her energy could beat bureaucracy. She answered: “While you hide away training yourself into an ideal, I borrowed your empire for six years.”
I can place any number of my deputies at Your Majesty’s disposal. What else could I say?
The ladycrats disperse, leaving the scent of steam and the duty to file reports. The empress smiles: the Belarus exercises are only the tip of the iceberg. Behind the scenes awaits the terrible secret of Putin’s palace, best not spoken aloud.
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