The Adventures Of The RabbleNo, I want to talk about it in more detail. In more detail, I say. About how I tried to get into Parliament and was stopped half a step from it.
I was given security guards, because I got into the final stage of elections. Trained guards and mirror-glass cars with tinted glass – so no one killed me.
But I immediately wanted the guards to believe in me, if only a little. They should be surprised that I wasn’t like the people they used to drive and protect. I was skinny and modest. And I wore a poor man’s sweater, lilac, old, which my father used to wear.
Through the sun of the Indian summer our black, mirror-glass car drove. My cell phone rang.
“Yes?”
“Sergey Alexandrovich? My name is Mila. My surname is Smirnova. I want to congratulate you. You’re a big suc
