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In a darkened room, whose walls were adorned with tapestries disgusting socialist realism period, fourteen men podstarzałych sat in silence in the dark mahogany table. Everyone stared at krępego, grizzled brunet with a prominent mustache.
Brunet abruptly stood up, buttoned his jacket and combed her hair with his hand.
- Gentlemen, the matter had gone too far - he said loudly in a hoarse voice - Our President was assassinated. We have to take drastic steps in this matter. It's no joke. Waiting for us to select a new leader. We can not just leave, as he wrote Dostoyevsky - "Crime and Punishment," gentlemen, as a punishment! Crime must be punished!
There was silence.
men looked at each other, repaired ties, wasted licking lips kissing slut dating back to a nearby brothel. Pudge wipe his sweaty brow every now and handkerchief. Coughed nervously.
- Guys, I therefore propose to select the new President of my speaker Richard Dabrowski - If anyone of my colleagues are against it? I do not see, therefore, to announce his colleague Richard Dabrowski's new leader and the chairman of our group. Mr Christopher Robin, you inform the members of our club to choose, right? Janek, convened for tomorrow, at the fourteenth meeting .... Thank you so and have a nice afternoon, friends .... He sat down and seriously
odsapnął. Other
Dabrowski approached with congratulations and smiles, then slowly began pustoszeć wee. After a while, there was only Dabrowski and small, sweaty fatso.
- Rysiu Well, congratulations - the fat man moaned - unless a good feeling to become a day to day leader of the most popular party in the country, is not it?
- Stefan, I know that it is your merit - Dabrowski answered - if not for you ...
- Whore, Czesiek was my buddy, you know! I hope you keep your word - charkotał clearly annoyed with the fat man. Now, he sweated even more.
- Of course, Sven, of course. You know I have contacts here and there, he knows a few people in this country, I will not this skurwysynowi, not just give.
- I wonder how? What? But cops have it already! - Roared Stefan - you whore bring it to me in the teeth szmatławcu you understand? In the teeth you bring me his unfinished eggs and fuck do I care how you do this ... - he said through gritted teeth. Drops of sweat on his face, raced with each other, which first drops onto the floor, or on the jacket. Stephen stood up, looked yet Dabrowski and left slamming the door loudly. Dabrowski was now standing alone in an empty room and wiped his sweaty forehead. Now, he too began to perspire. He knew he must keep the promise I will share the fate of Czeslaw.
Superintendent hovering nervously Wysocki after his surgery. On its own salary bought a miniature carousel, so shooting in this small room was not at all difficult or burdensome. The suspense was waiting for a phone that was silent as if to spite the morning. Wysocki control posts every few minutes, lift the handset to check if the camera is not broken. Fired another club and sat at his desk.
- Especially today, my balls itch - he said aloud to express amusement. His good humor
ripped to shreds ringtone.
- Wysocki, listen. Yeah. Sure, give it immediately to me. Whore Szczepanski se egg are you doing? Clear that the whore in handcuffs!
- came mate, yeah - he whispered, Wysocki and fired another cigarette.
guard of eight policemen, led me through the corridors of the Main Police Headquarters in Warsaw. Everyone, without exception, police officers, which passed in the corridors I respectfully saluted and bowed. I understand that I give a tribute.
obitymi stopped at the door by upholstery.
- żenada - I thought we would go inside. Wysocki sat on her carousel and a tiny fire. His face expressed absolutely nothing.
- Wysocki i fuck! You continue to smoke is a smelly shit! - Burst out laughing. Wysocki
jumped up from the carousel.
- Gentlemen, please leave us alone - said nobly commanding tone.
His voice has always amused me, especially when he has something serious or important his speech took on even ironic nature.
- Sit down Raphael - cast - please. Burn? - Wysocki drew towards me a parcel Club.
- Zapaliłbym - I answered - but certainly not the club.
- It does not burn nothing - he smiled Wysocki - let's get straight to the Raphael, who gave you this job? Who? I know that this was not your idea, so who? Who invented a whore?
Silence filled cabinet. Stared at each other. Wysocki had aged much since the last time I saw him, the rest I was too old.
- And what is there with you ...
- Whore Se eggs do not do Raphael! - Shouted Wysocki - these are not whore jokes! Zajebałeś Prime Minister, you understand whore? PRIME MINISTER!
- As Prime Minister is to be done to suit Evening - interrupted - and in which theater?
Wysocki looked at me and smiled from ear to ear. Only now I noticed that the stone is awful on teeth. Probably from those zasranych club and equally vile coffee you kickin 'it over and over again.
- Raphael, listen ... honestly it made me fuck it, I'm even happy because it was the biggest, you know the two largest mendy in Poland - Wysocki said calmly - but I have people above him understand? I pressed the president, you know?
- Ha ha - I laughed - presses, you say?
- Well, let's say that I much to ask - he said, amused Wysocki - let's say. Raphael, who you gave these killings? This I gotta know - groan pleadingly.
- Everything I tell you Frank, quietly, but first consider taking me some good tobacco and cigarette, damn I want to smoke, but that does not light up your trash - I said with a smile - aha, no i get to tell me rozkuli, huh?
- Sam unchain you, wait a minute - pulled from the drawer a key, walked over and undid his handcuffs. I've even heard how my hands on a relief after a few hours torture. Wysocki picked up the phone.
- on duty, give me just two of coffee. Ah! And some good tobacco and cigarette skombinujcie just a jiffy!
- jiffy it will not be because I do not have permission to fly airplanes, let alone a jet - he thought the officer on duty when the Police Headquarters involve coffee. For three days it was aching tooth and felt that flu closes in on him.
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detention in the cell Rakowiecka street in Warsaw was dirty. Dilapidated walls of the prison told the stories of whispering crumbling paneling. Stank urine and feces with a touch of mustiness and starch. Green pulled out an envelope from his pocket and turned the Golden Virginia cigarette. Delaying the moment of his firing, then dragged the smoke deeply. Now a bunch of stink having been fulfilled.
- Well it Wysocki Virginie arranged for me - I said out loud - what is the burn ....
Wysocki did not know if he understood what was going on in this whole matter, whether he understood anything of what he said during our many hours of conversation, or rather my hearing. In any case, I gave a 70% chance of success of my intricately engineered the plan, plan where and Wysocki had to play a rather important role. He ended the next day, and I'm not sure if I manage to finish it all. Now it no longer depend only on me.
Dabrowski nervously flipped pages bound in the skin of its schedule with the crowned eagle imprinted on the cover. His apartment was tacky and totally niegustowne. Oak furniture with brass handles and fittings, gilt frame horribly kitschy landscapes, whose mottled colors were completely at the rest of the colors found in the interiors. Upholstered by upholstery seats and chairs, glasses and wine glasses engraved, library formed the kind of antique style and an equally ancient literary works, like standing on its shelves. The only smell I have ever endured Dabrowski was a smell of mothballs porozkładanej his beloved in all the corners of his vast and extremely trashy apartment. Dabrowski himself posed the kind of ancient but really the same well-covered by upholstery and was steeped in mothballs przydupasem small, thick and ever przepoconego Stefan Starowicz. Revenge they swore to my colleagues from the headquarters of the Party for Human superior to him and he seemed well aware of this. He was convinced of their helplessness, which is why so eagerly search through the pages of his schedule. He wanted them to find salvation, deliverance, which could take him even higher in the political hierarchy, could lead him to the top of this pile of shit. Dabrowski finally smiled and sighed with relief. Finally he found the phone number for the blessed blessed man.
- Well now you Cold stiff - he laughed with his wit - now you will be lard. Loud closed fixtures and tapped the number on the keypad of your phone.
Tobacco smoke filled the inside of my cell. I sat on the floor drawing back of the ruin walls. Plaster poured from it in my every breath.
- Far too much smoke - I thought - but what are we to do? Jaws
key in the lock blew my mental agonizing. On duty brought me breakfast - if ever such a meal deserves to be called breakfast. Together with a mug of lukewarm tea dirty got two slices of bread with butter and liverwurst. Duty officer looked around and threw a newspaper at my bunk.
- I'm not that ...
- Close and read - on duty stopped me - you read it - he hissed. When I opened the robe of one of the most popular dailies, the roar of a header from the first page chrobotającym merged with the key in the lock.
- President of the Republic the main suspect in the triple murder - read aloud - Could whore - I whispered - Wysocki is written down. I started reading, reading biting liverwurst sandwich.
"Yesterday late at night was stopped at the disposal of the President of the Polish Prosecutor's Office. Both Police Headquarters in Warsaw, headed by Superintendent Francis Wysocki and prosecutors refuse to comment on this. We can only guess that there is evidence or circumstantial evidence that the President of Poland Adam Wieczorek is implicated in the perpetration of a few days before the murder of Czeslaw Pliszka - President and leader of the Party People, Prime Minister Daniel Rotta and his driver, an employee of the Government Protection Bureau, Lieutenant Christopher Pełki . We also remind that the police stopped the direct perpetrator of the painter Raphael Z. Sosnowiec. The reasons for murder are not known, however, surprising are the reactions of ordinary people who clearly divided into two groups: the first, larger group, supporting the criminal act of Raphael Z. and a second, smaller, consisting of the listeners of Radio Maryja and the extreme right-wing factions of the Party People who are calling for the stoning of Raphael Z. From early morning crowds of people gather to under arrest investigators Street. Rakowiecka in Warsaw, chanting slogans and demanding the release of a national hero and make the detainee Rafal Z. The right-wing militias Party People, calling for the death penalty quoting the bible: an eye for an eye. With every hour arrives people. We fear that at any moment could be riots. And as you
odnosicie to this case? We look forward to your opinions. If you are behind the release send SMS to the number 8835 in the text by typing U1, if you're for the death penalty send sms at number 8835 in the text by typing S2. The cost of an sms 2.45zł + VAT. Among all voters draw lots for great prizes. "
- Well, now Frank pull me out of jail, give protection and the status of a crown witness - rubbed his hands with glee, a plan began to live its own life, I was already redundant and could again sink into the comfort of their mediocrity. I could in the end, even comb the entire globe in search of my daughter, I can afford, in the end even I can afford it ....
dark apartment in the basement long ago forgotten that anyone would be clean, not to mention the painting and washing windows or floors. Killed the windows were shaking every time I passed on a nearby street car. The prevailing gloom here complements the unimaginable mess, woven over the years, throwing garbage in the corner, food, packaging, pets, bottles, excrement, vomit, smelly, dirty clothes, broken furniture and everything that you're not even able to imagine. Mold and fungi pączkowały in all its glory in every corner of the apartment. Anyone who would come there for the first time not knowing what is on the slippery dirt from the hole he would have vomited, and maybe even fainted. Fresh air, busily been missing since the doors of this shrine a big bow, and though time and miewało suicidal gesture to get to the center of the sanctuary, it all ended up dead on the nail muśnięciu windows where the than how it was impossible to have open. Anyone who knew the apartment and the tenant did not dare to even go near. The tenant who lived this accommodation was monstrously skrzywionym mentally, two-meter, an obese monster. His face, once crushed in an accident at the mine was in a contorted grimace poczwarnym. Bald, shapeless giant skull and lower jaw forward unnaturally extended complemented the image of the beast. Klaus Spyra better known as Lard now sitting on his couch and carefully kartkował bold book. Cards notebook models were filled with collages porn doklejonymi heads of saints and blessed the women who cut out the lard from the parish church magazines and pictures. Grunted when she began to fulfill his desire for a huge member. Lard rozsunął fly his pants and reached into his hand. Then there was a knock at the door. Lard's deal with did not. He did not want to interrupt this moment, we celebrated with reverence several times a day. His swollen, huge, smelly dick mlaskał with delight, when Klaus gripped it with his monstrously huge hand. Knocking ustawało however, and slowly drove Klaus crazy.
- Klaus is me, your cousin, we have an appointment - to dispatch a voice from behind the door - open it's me that is Rysiek Richard. Lard
just finished their ritual and was not going to not open or a stop, his small pig's eyes mist shrouded the coming orgasm.
- Klaus open, that I am Richard - the voice behind the door persistently breaking into between the lard and the head of Saint Barbara glued to the body of a model with huge, drooping breasts. Lard groaned in spasmodic ejaculation of sperm that spurted straight into his trouser leg.
- Klaus, I have a job for you, I'm Richard.
- Zara, jerunie! Already lie! - Lard rubbed his hand he bellowed sperm in leg - I lie se nos szczewiki łobleke! He walked to the door and turned the key.
- Szczynść God! Wlazuj Richard wlazuj and siednij se kaj there chcysz - Lard said, giving welcome all sticky and smelly from the sale of sperm, which onanizował even a moment ago - ino my bucket with szczynami not wylyj!
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