Ballad of Krasnogorsk Strelka

The Krasnoyarsk journalist Andrei Agafonov responded to the events in the suburbs, where the entrepreneur shot officials and random people for refusing to draw up documents for construction.

Today it became known that the Krasnogorsk Political Council of United Russia excluded businessman Amian Georgadze, suspected of a double murder in the district administration “For actions discrediting the party that damage the party’s political interests,” writes Interfax.

He was always one of us,
But became one of them
And exchanged folk kvass
For the tin of party books.

When he was just starting
He was both a goal and Bos,
He put the pens in the pencil case,
And he became a unicorn!

And every evening, passing
Their fellow citizens between,
He knew that everyone was coming
Passing on his baldness.

He became far from people
From his son, from his wife,
He fell as a fan of ideas
Surkova-Satan.

He received a bad fan
And in the clubs he lit up
But, looking at Leviathan,
He realized that he was gone.

The driver called the faithful
And hugged the hug
Ordered that to pack
Two Gloks and Kalash.

Focusing, what is angry, angry,
Clutching a dagger in his teeth,
I came to the administration
And he said to the main:

- We are all guilty before
Who NOT NOT!
There are many vicious systems,
But ours is on the blood!

But if so, get the door,
He insisted like in delirium
I'm standing here and now
I won’t leave without blood!

You will answer me for the whole
Burdak, of course, ...?!
For the Crimea, for EU sanctions,
For a low ruble course,

For oil, for gas, for the Russian mat,
For the load of the past years ...
When the machine was stuck,
He took out a gun.

He was searched for three hours
And five hours while
Our voices rang -
We will not give out an arrow!

And to this day, the grass sings,
River and clouds
Rigging like a bow of a bowstring:
- Do not give out the shooter!