Broken tower

Matvienko wanders around the snowdrifts alone, in a full hijab, and the laser knocks the vessels from the roof of Gazprom.

Illustration: Andrey Noskov / Salt

Okhta-Center, Gazprom City or simply a tower. Ah, how beautiful it all began! How exciting and interesting!

I myself, that. A year ago, or something like this, I spoke on a local television channel with a thundering speech that we do not need an “Okhta Center”, in the city and so do not breathe, but want to develop territories-build in Volkhov! Here you have a depressed city! And how he will blossom, how he bursts with foreign cars and cottages of Gazprom's plankton! Give the Volkhov Center! People even made a video from my speech on YouTube.

And what was the material for conspiracy theories! I successfully plunged into one Romanets the hypothesis of witching dominants, excavated the mystical plan of the Moscow “Stalinist skyscrapers”, and for the second novel there was a poddyra-a sneaker-journalist, old maps of St. Petersburg, Alef, magic castle, power fields ...

And then it was covered.

The governor said that, taking into account the public opinion, the construction of Gazprom-City is canceled. Transferred. In the region. Probably in the same Volkhov.

Eh, I didn’t have to dig so deeply! I see that someone with my chopped manuscripts enters the governor’s office: everything is gone, our plan to capture dominance over the world is solved! Enter the BE plan.

Or, however, the public listened? Yeah, they didn’t listen to the year, the two did not listen and then the bam - they heard. Valentina Ivanovna! We are like him, intellectuals! We have a lot of in vain! The dog barks - the wind wears! And the caravan is coming! No need to listen to us! Listen to us - what can you get to?

In addition, not the whole public! It was also wow! A thousand devils! The chief musketeer himself publicly tore the Zenitsky scarf on himself and promised to eat a hat for the Okhta Center. And now it is sad, like d'Artagnan, and around all such guards of the cardinal!

Our power is dangerous to support. You will support her in a boss, she will turn around, and at least she is henna, everything is like a goose of water, and you sit and eat your hat.

Or here Ilya Stogov. They quote, said: yes, the center, and on Okhta - I am for. And then the refusal: me? I said nothing like that. That is, I spoke about the center, but not on Okhta. And so, in general. And in general, I don't care. If you want - build, do not want - do not build. Macho do not cry.

The defenders of the city cried, amateurs of antiquity. To eh, heaps! Housing houses. Prostitutes on Nevsky. Kucherov will flog.

And all kinds of intellectuals - they are better off to be silent in a rag, the right word! Otherwise - such an embarrassment! Such a search was ruined!

Where is the money? 240 million dollars. Say - the money was Gazprom. And Gazprom - whose? National treasure! Therefore, mine too. Therefore, I am a shareholder! 240 of my blood millions swelled into the project, and now backward?

I’ll say what I’ll say now. Valentina Ivanovna ! I changed my mind.

Please build Okhta Center! In vain, is that all? Build as they wanted - 403 meters high! In the swamps, yeah. And on the top floor let there be an honorary guest office for the entire city administration. And come to the opening. The whole government of St. Petersburg! Necessarily! So that all-all-all the bosses gather at the very top, in the penthouse! And rolled a corporate party! With dancing, as on Aurora! And do not hesitate, stomp your feet, swing to uh! Oh! Ooooooooohokh! TRRRRAAAAAAAAAH! ..

Otherwise, what will I think about?

I will think that you were not going to build anything. And so, the money has mastered and merged.

Then, science fiction. Laser vessels will be cut off. I heard it myself. Where do blasters give out here? Give me a blaster! I myself will cut off the suckers! Can? Only leave the blaster to me, he may, maybe for what else then he will come in handy.

Or here: Las Vegas. Want!

I want Las Vegas!

Where?

They promised me that the casino would be closed. That the game business will be banned everywhere in big cities. But that special zones will be allocated away from human housing. Four: in the taiga, in the tundra, in the desert and in the steppe. And all the vices will bloom there!

Where are they? Where are the vices? Where is the reservation?

Empty, feather and sand, and white snow in the eyes - no lights of advertising, no funny thicknesses, nor drunken girls, nothing, everything where it was lying.

And recently I walked on Peter. I look: an Internet club. Wow, I think. I look-after two steps, another Internet club. Here it is, I think. He walked a bit-again the Internet club. Marvelous! It seems that everyone has their own Internet in the apartment, how do the Internet clubs do not burn out? Give me, I think I will come. I will support a risky entrepreneur, at the same time I will check the mail. I go, I ask: I would have a computer with the Internet, check the mail.

No way, they say.

How is it, I say-in the Internet club?

We say that the Internet club is like that. We do not have for mail. And this is what - and, however, you can. On all monitors - one -armed bandit. And there is a roulette, and poker. Everything is.

But there is no Las Vegas.

Why so? Is there really the whole idea to only drive a Georgian from Moscow? A? Or those who control us - do they really control anything? The king said: I do not rule the country, but ten thousand ceremony. At least he knew.

Corporations rule the world - this is understandable. And who rules corporations? Board of Directors? Topa? Shareholders? No matter how! Middle managers, that's who steers. I know I myself. You sit, it happened, at stuff-meut, with a smart look you listen to and draw devils in a diary. And then you don’t do a damn thing. The best remedy for bossy zeal is a quiet sabotage.

Especially if the bosses, that for a month they come up with a new garbage.

Here with the casino: who is the MSZ? Ment check. He needs to be - then it will be. And you can inflate as much as you like.

I also want the police. The first reading, the second - is littered again. And I want the police! To like in a movie. I want the police instead of the police, cops instead of cops, a sheriff with a star on his chest instead of a district police officer. Want! This is aesthetic! And then - "Zay, I killed the cop!" Well, what is it? Gopnicism! Better: Ay Shot Ze Sheriff! La-la-la! Regg, Rasta! Romance!

I'm afraid it will fail again. They listen to the public, they will listen to veterans, some partisans, and they will not change anything. And it will be forgotten - another shnyag will be proclaimed.

Oh, oh-you, spotlights.

And spiritual fathers there, with spotlights. Let's enter the dress code in Russia!

And let's!

Let's enter!

We cannot enter the troops normally anywhere, even to Georgia, so let's enter the dress code. Let's introduce something! And then it’s boring to live, by golly, boring!

And better - why trifle - let's immediately introduce Sharia!

This is all the problems will immediately solve! We introduce Sharia throughout Russia! And all that is not according to Sharia - in special zones! Gambling, alcohol, tobacco, love, ligalasis, elections. Along the perimeter - prickly wire and cops with sheriffs. And here - Sharia!

We will heal!

All the population will be more conducive to reservation. And the territories will develop! Where was the tundra-the city city: bars, casinos, girls in mini-skirts, sweet smoke of coffee houses, music, dancing and all sorts of disgrace.

And in St. Petersburg quiet, good. Traffic jams resolved. The governor alone wanders around the snowdrifts, in full hijab, and the laser knocks the vessels from the roof of Gazprom.

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