Soviet Union 1991

Those cruel entertainments will eventually end in cruelty. ??Shakespeare

Cries, abuses, vicious curses.

Stampedes, crowds, angry mobs.

The time has finally come for the democrats to be liquidated. The human wall of riot police officers was broken through by the crowd, and the torrent of anger shattered the last cornerstone in front of them. They stepped on the noble marble stairs, step by step, the invisible flames spread rapidly, the oppression and suffocation from the people, trying to oppress this palace, a symbol of power, until it was reduced to ashes.

There is not much time left for them to commit suicide. The conference room is as silent as a morgue. Perhaps soon, they will also be put into body bags and thrown into the morgue, and their stiff bodies will slowly rot. Beetles and maggots scurry among the soft moss.

In addition to Defense Minister Stanculescu, those abandoned by Constantinescu also included Deputy Speaker Peter Roman, and MPs Cornea and Nastase. The souls of the former vanguard members of the Democratic National Salvation Front have long since disappeared. Degenerate, no different from dirty politicians. Rather than being the righteous people they once were, it is better to say that they were dirty politicians cloaked in democratic cloaks from the beginning. They deceived the people with their rhetoric and ruined Romania's future with their own hands.

Now, after they wake up, the end of Romania has come.

They were roughly dragged from the Capitol building to the square, and their hats were dropped aside. After being beaten and kicked, they were already bloody, and their faces were bruised and swollen, and they were abandoned in the empty square.

A group of bloated and dirty meatballs begged them in tears to stop fighting. They were willing to donate all their property, just to let these people live.

The bleak cold current solidified the air, leaving only their desperate struggle with tears and begging. How could the people, incited by members of the Social Democratic Party, agree to their demands?

"Let you go, who will seek justice for those who died in the turmoil? Romania can forgive anyone, but it cannot forgive you traitors!"

Majestic and vicious curses came from directly in front of them. Dinescu stepped forward step by step, his eyes bloodshot with anger. In 1989, they were teammates on the united front, but under the influence of "Dictator" Zio After Sescu's death, the unity of the Democratic National Salvation Front quickly collapsed. Everyone took off their hypocritical faces and revealed their desire for a power vacuum. The poets and professors who had no political power were excluded from the small political circle and watched the entire country fall step by step in their traitorous pursuit of glory.

Dinescu despaired.

He once vowed to make the dictator who betrayed the people pay with blood.

Today, he wants to execute all the blood-sucking insects that are parasitic on the people.

What's more, quite a few of the MPs on that blacklist are members of the Social Democratic Party. He understood that Voinea was using this purge to eliminate dissidents. But what does it matter? Anyway, the ultimate goal is to save Romania, but the purpose is different.

Now that he is the master here, he has taken off his cloak of power, and the congressmen kneeling on the ground begging for mercy are no different from anyone else. It's just that his figure is dirtier and bloated.

"You have no right to judge me!"

"Only the Supreme Court is qualified to try us!"

"I want to see my lawyer!"

Nastase, the former Chairman of the Executive Board, tried to resist, but was firmly grasped by the shoulders by the people around her. When she raised her head and looked at Dinescu, she remembered the trial of the Ceausescu couple 10 years ago. The eyes you see.

"Familiar?"

Dinescu asked with a smile, "Remember how you tried them ten years ago? Relying on despicable and shameless lies, secret cooperation with the CIA, and begging for mercy from Western countries. A mass grave and murder The big lie deceived the entire country and ruined the future of Romania. You said Ceausescu was. Dictator, but what you have done is even more shameless! I feel sad that you have been living in a building that represents the people for ten years, a whole decade. Compared with the era we have experienced from 1989 to now, the whole Romania is in a state of disgrace. The years of ** were simply the only democratic era for the Romanian people.”

Dinescu was like a judge in a trial, recounting their crimes one by one.

"Now the time of reckoning has finally arrived."

Dinescu smiled, looking relieved, as if something he had been worrying about finally came to an end at this moment.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. At some point, the bronze statue of Lenin with his arms outstretched stood in the square again, with the hanging noose still hanging on the rusty arm.

Leaning against the hanging snare swaying in the wind, a chill surged up from behind.

His body twitched, his expression desperate.

It seems that they will not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

He recalled that moment, the expressionless eyes of the Ceausescu couple, and the crime they would rather die than admit.

"I'm not guilty."

"Traitors who betray the people are not qualified to judge me."

"Only the people are eligible."

It's just that the role being judged has changed from the savior of democracy to a corrupt bureaucrat. Nastase grabbed Dinescu's thigh and cried desperately, "I am willing to donate all the overseas savings I have accumulated over the years. I just ask you to spare my life! I can give it all to you!"

Dinescu stood with his hands behind his back, ignoring the other party's pleas.

"On behalf of the Romanian people, I would like to hereby sentence the Romanian Congressman Nastase. You have accepted bribes from General Motors of the United States, condoned foreign assets to embezzle national property, closed down factories, workers are unemployed, and the people are living in poverty below the food and clothing line." Struggle and corruption have even brought the entire country of Romania to the brink of collapse.”

Every accusation of crime was a punishment for Nastase's crimes.

"Death penalty!"

As the last words were spoken, a hanging noose was hung around his neck. Before he could struggle, a powerful force squeezed his throat, pulled his cervical vertebrae and dragged him backwards. Soon his legs were hanging in the air. The suffocation ruthlessly robbed the last air from his lungs. The bloodshot eyes gradually blurred the retinal image, and finally the man with his legs hanging was like a pendulum, hanging on the bronze statue of Lenin, swaying.

The impact of this scene frightened other senior officials. As Eastern European cattle, the Romanians explained their definition of justice in the simplest and crudest way.

Hang them all.

"Who's next?"

Dinescu glanced at the prisoners indifferently, his voice was low, and he pointed his finger at the cold corpses, "It's too cheap to execute them. Your bureaucrats and oligarchs should be hanged from street lamps."

"Just like him." (To be continued.) 8