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Every proper man must build a house in his lifetime, or at least to supervise the construction carefully, that the result will be exactly copying his taste, vision and imagination, that the mark he leaves in this physical world, will reflect his mindster and style, his male opinion, and his dreams.

It used to be a small, lost, forgotten, isolated village near Prague, located between deep woods, vast empty fields and steep hills, called Vonoklasy… but suddenly, a new VIP quarter started to grow there, when some attentive building tycoon recognized a perfect business opportunity, as many newly rich people wanted to move out of the hectic stressful city, back into the nature, but still close to the center of action…

Papa was one of the blessed, who were approved, allowed to come here, to settle here: not only their private construction projects were checked, which had to be shining and representative for the whole quarter, keeping the intended “chic” style, but also persons behind them, because the new Vonoklasy masterminds wanted to be assured, that only the national elite will live here, regardless if covert of overt, rich or just influential: no criminals and shady figures with property of unknown origin were invited, only pure elite, with strong reputation and general respect.

And Papa was the Czech business elite indeed: born in 1965, under a lucky star, exactly at the perfect time, as the future will will show, he pursued his professional career mercilessly, using all available opportunities, building his private empire of managerial power slowly but certainly, regardless of having a family with Ivana, his high school girlfriend: his first daughter, Iveta, was born in 1984, when he was just 19 years old, but it belonged to the spirit of those ancient, strange times, that children were giving birth to children…

The state even motivated those very young families, giving them flats for free, and advantageous “newlywed” loans, which were rather generous financial gifts, to motivate young people to fuck and profilerate, creating new generation of Communist slaves and warriors against corrupted, capitalist Western archenemies, led by United States, divided from Communist paradise by the safe Iron Curtain.

In 1983, presenting himself as a devoted young Communist, as Czechia was still firmly under the red rule then, Papa was accepted to study at the Prague University at Economics, to become a new economic elite of the state, as Czech rulers had this obsession, to be better, than the West, in all branches of industry, including apparently marginal agriculture, necessary for feeding the growing nation with milk and bread.

So, with generous support and secret subsidies of the Czech Communist party, two key “Unified Agricultural Cooperatives” (UAC) were asserted, to outshine the West, with new advanced methods of management, human resources and executing business applied: primary favorite was UAC Slusovice, located at Moravia, close to Silesia, and second was UAC Chyne, close to Prague.

Papa applied for an internship at Slusovice yet during his University studies, but he didn’t plan to stay there too long, as there was too much of ruthless human competition, too much of elite bright brains, gathered from the whole country, and the UAC was very picky: moreover, Chyne was much closer to his beloved place of residence, “the ancient city of hundred towers”, and to his newly established family. Moreover, there was simply much more opportunities, to assert yourself, and to prove your special skills and talents.

UAC Slusovice was the first economic subject in Czechia (called Czechoslovakia back then, before peaceful split with aggressive Slovak nationalists), applying a new phenomenon, called computerization, to make their business operations more effective, more controlled, processing various digital data, to determine optimal business decisions, and all what Papa learned there, including the assembler, or coding, communicating with machines through a speech they understood, so you could become their real master, was very useful in his new place of work, where he started in 1988, right after graduation with red diploma for the best students, decided to build a real career, to grasp all chances.

Also, in 1988, his younger daughter, Marketa, was born, but he was a different man then, spending all time at work, having too little attention and love to give her, and no real bond was ever established between them… there was simply no time, as the ices were just breaking, and Papa’s energy was directed elsewhere, in the name of securing a strong position for the incoming big social, political and economic changes.

It was the most execiting times of slow collapse of Communist regime, and all clever rats started to prepare to change coats quickly, when an inevitable revolution will happen.

So, it was necessary to maintain good contacts with both sides, apparently belligerents: with still ruling Communists, controlling the powerful security apparatus, but also their democratic opposition, backed by the West, particularly those around Vaclav Veskrna, alleged elite dissident, later the first Czech democratic president, rumored to be on Communist payroll, so the transformation will go smoothly and peacefully, and Communists will participate even in new times, as such was the secret deal between both sides, blessed by Kremlin, Moscow and KGB.

When it all started, by shouting crowds in the streets of Prague in November 1989, desiring for freedom, Papa didn’t hesitate, becoming one of the young leaders of the revolution, making sure, that he will be a part of those blessed ones, who will finish the revolutionary process, acquiring all the key posts of the new, democratized state… unlike those common fools, who risked their lives in the streets, being beaten by police batons, but their destiny was simply to remain losers, not able to grasp the opportunities, and money, lying literally on the ground.

Surely, that Papa was a former Communist, but many of those alleged revolutionaries and later new national elites were too: they simply said, that they sabotaged the old regime from the inside, they had no choice, as they had a family, and so on… and people tolerated it, no Communist was hanged in the streets, there was no bloodshed, and the ruling elite wasn’t punished, only some fools got very light prison sentences, like common policemen, beating protesters in the streets in November 1989, following orders of their superiors.

Papa really grabbed his opportunity well: the new state couldn’t be built on a green meadow, it needed elites, for planned privatization of many state companies and state property.

But Papa didn’t plan to become an independent entrepreneur, like many hungry wolves, buying so much property cheaply, becoming big players in one day.

No, no: he liked working for others, as a top executive, not stressed with property and money, only a hired force apparently, but who can leave any time, to start elsewhere, if he wants, who has power, but only imaginary responsibility, who has freedom, always the most critical value for Papa.

He really used the turbulent 1990s well, when Czechia was like the Wild West, many unoccupied territory, which the bravest, boldest and most ruthless players could take, those who were willing to risk everything, to go farther, than others, beyong any borders, legal or moral… but price for this ultimate achievement was disintegration of his family, as he was one of that “new generation” managers, who literally lived in work, and they also had their relationships in work.

Like many men of power, he met his new future wife there: she was a student of Arts, working part-time as a personal assistant… as his assistant, and the professional relationship soon changed into something very personal.

In 1998, Papa definitely left his “old” family, leaving his daughters and their mother alone, never to return, betraying them, committing a crime, which they will never forget and forgive… to start a new round, new life, on the top of his male strength, 34 years old, feeling, that exactly here is the right time to have his private dreams fulfilled.

And a house is always a part of such male dreams: a place, where you will settle with your new family, where you will live your lives in happiness and prosperity, where you will find peace, satisfaction and realization of your desires: fucking your spouse during the night, doing a job you love during the day, travelling to most exotic destinations during vacation, enjoying luxury and good, healthy life…

So, as a right devoted man, who rejects to have his dreams slipped away from him, he started to build his dream house, regardless of needed effort, investments or time.

Money was not a problem, his wage was royal, and he lived quite modestly, having suffiecient savings, using a company car instead buying his own… moreover, his ex-wife didn’t took any property from him during divorce, she simply ignored him, not asking for some big alimony, as she was too proud queen.

To make sure, that everything will be perfect during construction, and he, together with his young girfriend and future wife, can live their dreams there, in Vonoklasy, in the VIP quarter, he started spending countless hours, days and nights there, at the construction site, supervising all works very closely, explaining to hired labourers and to the architect, the best in whole Czechia, that he is a very special investor, he takes the responsibility for the outcome, but the result will be also their business card, so it’s in their mutual interest, that everything will go fine…

He wanted to have full control, not listening to their initial apologies and excuses, when something seemed wrong. He insisted, and they understood soon, that it makes no sense to lecture him about building houses, playing smart and experienced in the construction branch, unlike him.

He even dressed a dirty overall often, joining the Ukrainian workers, like one of them, helping them with basic tasks, learning about building operations from them, eating their cheap people’s food, drinking beer with them, during lunch… soon, they started to accept him, although there was an abyss between them, in influence and intellect alike, and they did the best they could, respecting him, obeying him… not speaking about ultimate motivation, being generously paid by him, with a thick additional financial bonus promised, but only after the project will be complete and perfected.

Now, he was at the top of his male strength… just thirty nine years old, and his life was perfect. He gave himself a second chance… to start a new family, to rectify old mistakes, when he was young and not too responsible, when he wasn’t the sole master of his life.

And he had a very particular vision, how the house and garden should look like. Money was the least concern… but any mistake you do and ignore, from whatever reasons, can influence the whole project, even the apparently tiny details, trifles, bothering you for years to come.

The house was planned to be airy and energetically passive, it means low consumption of electricity, using light materials, like wood and even ecological straw, not classic heavy bricks, it should be about ZEN calmness and balance, harmony with the nature around, plus calming and relaxing sound of flowing water, an artificial lake with a stream, to cool the patio of the villa, decorating it with a fountain, like those Arabic houses in Al-Andalus.

And the hard work paid off: soon, there were rumors, that Papa’s house is simply the best project of the whole Vonoklasy, surpassing even Petr Kellner and Leos Mares, living there too, and many national elites came to visit, to admire the result, to get inspired, so Papa built perfect social connections in the Czech VIP circles, not only business elite, celebrities and artists too, so his social reputation was rising dramatically.

Also the journalists came, particularly from the key “Modern Living” magazine, where the best construction projects of Czechia and Europe were presented… and they chose Papa’s house as a featured VIP project in their Summer 2004 issue, which is always very special, as during summer, all dreams about starting a construction are accelerated inside many people, when they are on vacation, feeling free and relaxed, deciding to make some big moves in life, like not paying a rent anymore, living in their own place, and they gather inspiration in the media, so the Summer Issue is always pressed in massive size, and still sold out, exactly as the publisher wants, because scarcity creates value.

“I believe in simplicity,” Papa said to Anna Hubinkova, a female journalist, later working for ELLE Czech edition, being a good friend with Tatana Kucharova, Miss World 2006. “And in water, because it’s the foundation of all life. So I wanted to be reminded about those two basic things, necessary for happy life: water and simple living. We all should really appreciate this miracle, that we have drinking water… it’s a privilege.”

“I noticed, that there are no paintings or pictures on walls,” Hubinkova was surprised. “Is it, because the house is not finished completely yet, or you want your girlfriend to make the selection, as she is an expert of Arts, a reputated painter herself?”

“Some marginal works are still in progress, and I believe, that a woman should finalize the house, so it can become a home. So, it will be up to her, to decorate it, or not to decorate it, as she likes, as she decides, how she feels right. This is the only thing I let her to decide… everything else was under my control.”

“You talk about control… are you obsessed with control? Like many men, who want authority, dominance, control?” curious Hubinkova asked, as the magazine was not just about houses, also about people, living inside them, and the readers wanted to get to know them.

“I am a man, and that’s all I can say. This hunger for power is inside us indeed, our blessing and curse… so you need to balance things, doing something for others, for the community, not forgetting about those, not so lucky and successful as you.”

“Speaking about community… what are the relationships inside the VIP Vonoklasy quarter, maybe the most elite place of the whole Czechia nowadays? Do the neighbours meet, having parties together, or something? Or you just arrive, you disappear into your houses silently, not seeing anyone…”

“As I see it, the most important thing is, that there is respect between neighbours, and overall relationships are good. But we really don’t meet so often: many people are not living here yet, like in any new quarter, others have another residences, even abroad, coming only occassionally… it belongs to our way of life.

But you feel good here, and I am certain, that if you would need help… or merely a salt for cooking… Petr Kellner, the most reputated and rich businessman of the whole Czechia, would certainly spare a spoon for you!

I mean… I hope so, I didn’t try to go there yet, I have plenty of salt at the kitchen… but the imagination is really funny… you know, knocking on his door, like a fool, asking for salt, instead of offering him a multi-billion business, as he would expect… like in a fairy tale!

Leos Mares and Monika Maresova should move in soon… I am certain, that there will be some big party in Vonoklasy then. You know Leos! The best showman of them all!”

(As future will show, one day, many years later, for Monika, the Vonoklasy house will become a place of her most horrible nightmare.)

It’s summer, the blessed time of holidays, and the reputated Podoli bathing place, the largest in Prague, is crowded, like usually, pools and lawns full of naked infidel bodies, young or old, sexy or uncultivated, tanned or white.

Between them, a group of students of an elite Prague high school, “Gymnazium Voderadska”, who met here, returning from various vacations, or soon to leave, to share new holiday tales, mostly about love, but also drinking tales, as they feel quite mature already, not rejecting various temptations of the infidel world, full of intoxication from alcohol, drugs, pills and emotions.

Marketa Korinkova, a beautiful young girl, just sixteen years old, is with them. Her body is tall and slim, her face pretty and symmetric, her skin clean, and everybody around her says, that she should be a fashion model… maybe she will go into some agency indeed, just to try it, because you need a part-time job, to make money, to buy nice things, like makeup, sexy underwear, new cute model of Nokia cellphone, and so on… any young girl is needy.

It’s just another summer afternoon, when you lie under the sun and blue sky, enjoying the time of freedom, still not crushed by all that mature problems, challenges and duties, you think, that you will be young and living forever… and your only concern is love, experience, emotions, dreaming.

Marketa lies on a blanket, with her beautiful brown eyes closed, covered under sunglasses, and her current boyfriend is lying next to her, touching her slowly, admiring soft velvet skin of her young flexible body, all the seducing curves.

“My parents left to Croatia, I have a free flat,” he says with excitement and expectation in his voice.

She understands, what he means: he indicates to her, that they are dating together long enough already, so they should get their relationship more physical… it means sleeping together.

Marketa is still a virgin, and she feels, that the time could be right, to lose her daisy chain, to give it to somebody, as it’s a bothering burden anyway… and she is that kind of girl, who wants to be “in”, under any circumstances.

“I don’t know, if my mom will agree,” Marketa repays his touches with her soft palm. “You know her, I must be back at home until midnight, or she will get mad.”

“No problem!” the boy smiles. “We will go to a pub now, with others, and then, you will come with me,” he says with impressive male authority, which Marketa respects, even more, she is obsessed with it, and when someone displays such quality, it impresses her immensely, making her willing to obey, to be submitted.

“I don’t know… maybe,” she embraces him, like if she would like to be assured, that she is doing the right thing. Her boyfriend had other girls before… he knows, what to do.

Still, she doesn’t want to get embarassed… and is he the right one, anyway? They are seeing each other only for three weeks… it’s a typical summer love, which will hardly last longer, than during holidays.

And she dreams about that big love, you know… about a Prince… is he the one? He is not that bad or something, but… he is just a boy from swimming pool, tanned and well built, but rather a merciless hunter, than a devoted knight, who will carry Marketa in his manly embrace, so she can feel safe, secure, believing in future together…

And Marketa can’t stop comparing, thinking about other man… her father, so distant from her, that he seems almost as a foreigner. Her feelings towards him are so mixed… she can’t define it exactly.

But incidentally, she had this interesting meeting one week ago, with a female friend, a former classmate from Grammar school, and sex was of course a topic.

“There is a man, living in Cernosice, where I reside currently, called Josef Hausmann, a reputated Czech chauvinist, and he has three daughters,” the friend told Marketa. “And imagine, that he made public statements once, that he will take their virginity from them, that he won’t allow some other male fools to have the privilege. Crazy, isn’t it?”

Somehow, Marketa can’t stop thinking about this… when she closes her eyes, she imagines, that her father comes, determined to take her virginity from her, not willing to leave it for some foreign male fool, who will be harsh on Marketa, his beloved daughter, and it will become painful experience for her, the first sex… but Daddy, with his unlimited and absolute love towards his girl, would be soft and sensitive, it would be a nice, pleasant experience, not a trauma, which you would like to forget as soon as possible…

But these are forbidden thoughts, as incest is illegal, and moreover, daddy completely ignores Marketa now. He is the last one, willing to do anything for her… not speaking about breaking the law, and morale!

He wouldn’t move his finger for her, the selfish male rat and traitor, who left, and Marketa doesn’t have a father now, she lacks a paternal figure to inspire her, how a man should be, so she could learn and understand…

Such bothering thoughts… Marketa turns her slim body, exposing her small, but seductively round sexy ass, reaching for her handbag nearby, to check her cell phone… nothing, just an invitation for a coffee from some worthless fool, and a female friend reports with excitement, that “it happened”… indeed, it’s that special girlish time, happening only once in life, never to be repeated… only memories will remain, and will these be good, or bad?

Does it depend on your choices, circumstances, others, or simply luck?

“You have something to read?” Marketa asks her female friend, lying besides her other hip, to change her thoughts.

“Sure,” the girl offers her a worn magazine, but it’s not some interesting girlish reading, some dumb houses are there, or what: it’s called “Modern Living”. The girl probably borrowed it from parents, or stole it from a medical waiting room.

But Marketa wants to come to different thoughts, so she accepts, listing through colorful pages without serious interest. Why should she care, anyway? She lives in a house, althogh only smaller, serial, sharing walls with two another neigbours, on left and right side, but still, it’s a privacy, your walls, not some miserable small flat at a peripheral housing estate, crowded with poor fools on social welfare, full of criminal activities.

But then, the bright young girl notices something: in the middle of the mag, there is a small photo of a man, who seems familiar to her, and her heart starts to beat rapidly…

With her eyes widely open, forgetting about the whole world, about all omnipresent chatter and splashes of water, she reads about Papa’s dream house, whereas her blood is boiling…

That disgusting, treacherous rat!

How she humiliates them, her mother, her sister, and her!

Presenting his new house proudly and publicly, babbling about family… fuck, he HAS a family already, and he doesn’t give a fuck about them!

He has a daughter, who needs him! And instead taking care of her, nurturing her… the rat is building a new nest for his new bitch and new future bastards!

How much she hates him… she wants to cry. What so bad did she do to him?

Why did this all happen? Maybe her mother Ivana is a complicated person… but couldn’t he at least keep the connection, so the daughters could feel, that they have a father, who would help them, if they would need?

Her mother simply started dating some other fools, choosing the same kind of highly positioned executives, to send him a message, that he is replaceable, there are others, maybe even more influential and successful… but Marketa is made from different pastry, sensitive, fragile and emotional.

Anyway, Marketa doesn’t return the magazine back, taking it with her to a vibrant social place in the city center, called Cafe-Cafe, where her band is moving.

Of course, that they order alcohol, although they are still underage… and they are successful, looking older, and busy waiters don’t ask them for IDs, believing in good faith, that this merry group is over 18 years of age.

But Marketa is not having so much fun, drinking silently, ignoring her boyfriend, who whispers into her ears, that they should leave soon, so she can be back home at midnight, just as her mother wants…

The man simply wants to fuck her in the dinner time, and then to kick her out, like some used-up bitch… how miserable!

“Not today, I don’t feel well,” Marketa says then, and pushes him away decisively, leaving the table.

“Hey, girl… you look so great… aren’t you a fashion model?” Marketa meets some unknown blonde woman, who blocks her path deliberately.

“No…” Marketa replies in surprise. “I am just a student of a high school.”

“And you never tried to be a fashion model?” the other woman, much older than Marketa, mature, asks with quite a pressure and determination in her voice.

“Well, I thought about going to some agency, maybe after the holidays… I need a job,” Marketa explains openly.

“My name is Katerina Motovska, I am from the Czechoslovak Models agency,” the woman gives a shiny business card to Marketa. “And you should definitely come, to show yourself, to be tested, because there can be a big chance for media success, waiting just for you! You never know… so, come to visit us tomorrow, OK? Don’t hesitate! The address is on the card… and give me your phone. What is your name?”

Marketa doesn’t know much about modeling, yet, but she heard about this agency already, so they must be good. Normally, she would reject this bothering woman… but then, she remembers her friends, who are certainly watching this strange encounter.

Moreover, what if this really is a chance? What does she risk, just going there, to check it, accompanied by her mother, to make sure, that it’s not some dirty business operation with female beauty?

“Who was it?” the curious friends ask Marketa with utmost curiosity, when she returns to their table, as there are many VIPs, visiting this particular place.

“Czechoslovak Models agency… they want me to come there… tomorrow,” Marketa informs her friends, with suppressed delight.

“Girl, we told you, that you have a fashion model inside you… we must celebrate!” the friends present their utmost joy, that Marketa was so lucky, as it’s always better, when the other side of the business presents their interest in you, coming to you, than you to come to them, uninvited, easily to be rejected, humiliated.

They go outside, buying some bottles in a nearby supermarket. Sitting at the Old Town Square, they are drinking and chatting, until a strict patrol of Municipal Police starts sending them away, not to be a bad picture of Prague for omnipresent foreign tourists… but the drunk youngters only make fun from policemen.

Marketa feels so good, it’s a nice summer evening… she almost forgot about that damned magazine… and as she is drunk a little bit, she has this very funny idea, which makes her laughing…

“I need to go,” she says to her friends. “I have something to do today, yet.”

The friends protest, not willing to let her to leave, and particularly her boyfriends seems very disappointed. But she insists.

With slightly uncertain walk, she reaches the underground train station, calling her former classmate, whether she knows, where those Vonoklasy are… but it has to be close from Cernosice, an important small city with a VIP quarter too, many villas from 1920s and 1930s, as they wrote in the magazine, lying just behind the borders of Prague.

After being instructed thoroughfully, Marketa finds the right stand at the bus station, and she is lucky: she catches the last bus, going there, up into the hills above Cernosice, as it’s quite an isolated location.

And now, she is sitting there, in the bus, which is almost empty, just several commonly looking middle-aged men, chatting together, probably some locals from Vonoklasy, chatting even with the bus driver, who knows them, riding with them every day, on the same route, from Prague to Vonoklasy, as half of the village is working in the metropolis… but not as some executives, rather lowly workers. It’s really a poor village… or, it was. Until recently.

“Did you read this, friends? They are writing about us!” one of the men says, just when the bus crosses the boundary of capital.

“Oh, don’t bother with those old nasty tales again!” someone else reacts quite with an irritation. “Our village really doesn’t want to be presented with this image, and idiots like you are damaging our Public Relations… forget it! Asshole!”

Marketa doesn’t understand the conversation, so she asks the man, who started the new and most undesirable topic, to borrow her the greasy newspaper, in which he probably carried his lunch into work.

It seems, that forty years ago or so, there was a terrible double murder in Vonoklasy, getting everlasting national fame, after it was depicted in a famous Czech TV series, called “Thirty Criminal Cases of Major Zeman”, particularly in a part, called expressively “The Water Well”… suggesting, what happened there.

Indeed a good address, Marketa thinks… do they have even street lights there? And the Police?

It’s 22.30, and only wilderness, trees and darkness can be seen behind the windows of the bus, and the only living thing to be seen is an occasional squirrel, running away quickly, when the loud bus is approaching.

“Where are you going, young lady?” the jovial, talkative bus driver asks. “Into Vonoklasy?”

“How do you know?” Marketa is wondering.

“Because this bus ends there… it’s the next and last stop,” the driver smiles. “But don’t listen to those old slanders… if there should be a cross for any person, which I saw dying on the road, in my thirty years of career of a professional driver… well, the Czechia would be full of crosses! People come and go… rules of life! You will understand, when you will get older!”

The men start to share their life experiences, to give Marketa a lesson, but she only smiles.

“Why are you going there? Visiting some friend, relative… or lover? You don’t live there, otherwise I would know you,” an elderly man asks Marketa strictly. “And I know the whole village!”

This man seems very trustworthy, he is the mayor of the village, as it’s revealed, so Marketa sits to him.

“I heard, that there is a new quarter in Vonoklasy,” she tells him openly. “I want to go there, to see it.”

“So late in the evening, in the night? Are you crazy, girl?” the man seems disturbed. “It’s still rather a construction site, full of mud and filth, than a VIP quarter, as they present it in the media… look at your fancy shoes! And very hungry, horny foreign workers are living there, in poor shelters, who won’t hesitate, meeting a pretty lass like you…

I am telling you, take the bus back into Prague now, and come back tomorrow, during the day! You can visit me at the municipal office, and I promise to accompany you there personally, so the foreigners will leave you alone… agreed?”

But the bus arrived at its final destination already. “Terminus station, ladies and gentlemen! We step out! End of fun!” the driver kicks everybody out.

It’s just a road, and dark houses can be seen around, plus a pub, which is still open, and all men are heading there, to have a beer before sleep.

“You should listen to the good advice of mayor,” the friendly bus driver speaks to Marketa, eating a sandwich. “I am going back into the world in twenty minutes, after the break. And the next connection is at seven in the morning! Until then, only the foxes and squirrels will rule this deserted land! So close to Prague… but a different world, in all senses.”

But Marketa is a clever woman. She knows exactly, what to do.

She dials a number, and to her surprise, the call is accepted. Maybe because it’s in so unusual time, indicating something serious.

“Oh, Daddy? It’s me, Marketa… sorry, that I am calling this late, but I am stuck in Vonoklasy village, and I have no way to get back home… the last bus left… I am stranded at the street, it’s so dark here, so deserted… you are not somewher around, by the way?” she says with urgency, like if she would be almost in imminent danger of being raped, kidnapped, killed, mutilated, misused for a black magic ritual by some dangerous witches… anything to force the daddy to make the only one good decision: to come to pick her, to save her, to protect her. At least once in his fucking miserable selfish life!

It’s so beautiful summer night… how could any plan fail?

Marketa is totally excited, when the Daddy promises to come to the bus station immediately. Even for him, to let his daughter alone under such disturbing circumstances, would be too strong coffee, and for any responsible man.

Just after five minutes, bright xenon lights of a limousine can be seen, and Marketa exhales: he is coming! Her prince… sort of!

She made it… she never realized, how much powerful can be her female weapons, like lies, deception and sweet seducing voice!

“My ride is here… but thank you, Mr. Driver! I will be happy to travel with you next time!” she says instead of goodbye, opening the doors of Papa’s company car, a black Volkswagen Passat, favored by all Czech executives.

“Thank you so much, daddy! I would be completely lost without you… this bus driver was so suspicious, you know, watching me with that kind of pervert’s look… I would never travel with him alone! He would certainly pretend an engine malfunction, stopping in some deep deserted forest around, and then… but you came, and rescued me!” Marketa says with utmost gratitude and relief in her voice.

The Papa is turning the car, to get out of the village.

“I will take you home… but don’t get used to these things, like calling me so late, so I have to travel so far now, instead of deserved rest after a demanding work day,” he says strictly. “You have to be more responsible in your actions… how did you get here, anyway?”

“I need a bathroom…” Marketa whines, without providing any answer. “I drank a little bit…”

Papa looks at her with disdain, slowing the vehicle, not sure, what to do.

He sighs, and takes the next street right, downstairs from the hill, not noticing Marketa’s victorious smile.

“You are only sixteen, you can’t drink,” he says with serious voice. “I will tell your mother.”

“No, Papa, please don’t!” the girl pretends to be begging. “It was only extraordinary, a small celebration, because… maybe I will be a fashion model, can you imagine? We were in a cafe, with friends, and suddenly, this VIP woman approaches me, saying, that I am beautiful, and they want me to come to the agency… Czechoslovak Models… where all the elite women are! And maybe I will be one of them… soon! In all magazines, depicted on covers, presenting swimsuits, walking on catwalk proudly, waving with my hips seductively…”

“That’s really nice,” Papa says with rejection. “Parties, cocaine, drugs, bad company, mafiosi… you should rather stick to studying. This is not the world, where you should belong, it’s corrupted and filthy, and you soak with it easily.”

“Oh, really, daddy? You know about it? Then you need to tell me… you know… to warn me… I am just a young naive girl, I know nothing about the world… but how could I, if there is nobody to tell me, because you are so busy all the time?” Marketa changes her tone to an innocent girl puppy.

“Don’t start with this again,” the Papa pushes a remote control, and a garage doors nearby opens. “This is really not good time to discuss family matters… you can use the bathroom, I will make a coffee for you, so you will wake up, and you are going home, OK?”

“Of course, that you want to get rid of me,” Marketa starts crying. “Don’t you see, how cruel you are towards me? And why? What did I do to you, so terrible, that you have to punish me so harshly, like if I would be a foreign person, not your daughter?

Why does it all have to be like this? Why can’t we have a normal relationship? How did I deserve this handling? You owe me at least an explanation, Daddy… but I promise, I will never bother you again, I will find a man, maybe a bad man, a cruel violent mafioso, but who will take care of me, giving me what I need as a woman, like protection, certainty… which you denied from me… allegedly my father, but the last drank miserable fool from a filthy pub would do more for me, than you!”

“Just because they want to sleep with you, be realistic, Marketa,” the Papa says indifferently.

“No! They are not all the same! Some of men are good, and much better than you! I have enough of this life, of this endless misery, humiliation, when I need to read in a dumb magazine, what you do, how you live, because you never call me, you are never interested, how I am, about my feelings… you don’t answer my calls, always so busy… but only when I call!

I am certain, that if that bitch of yours calls, you even leave a high-profile meeting, just to tell her, how much you love her… and me? You never told me… but you say it every day to some foreign slut… this is so wicked, and insulting… you insult me!

I swear, I will become a fashion model, I will get money and fame, and I will leave you, I will leave you forever, all of you, I will disappear into Switzerland with some older rich man, I will become his devoted mistress… and yes, I will let him to fuck me, I will be his devoted filthy corrupted whore, a VIP woman gold digger!

And when he will offer me that cocaine, to introduce me to the seducing world of drugs, I will gladly accept, filling my nose with powder generously… because I am a bitch inside… and YOU made it from me, Daddy, as you disrupted and destroyed my family! You have the guilt, for all what will happen to me!

One day, I will lie on the filthy floor at some filthy bathroom, overdosed, covered with vomit… and I will remember you, that it’s all your fault! You will read about me in newspaper… and you are so selfish, that you won’t even visit my grave with flowers, to please me, although a little bit late!”

Papa watches Marketa with quite a shock. What she says, is really serious… maybe she is just hysterical… but what if she really means it? He really doesn!t wish her such a fate… he is distant, but not completely indifferent, when life and health and future of his daughter should be in stake.

He turns off the engine, closing the garage door behind them. Suddenly, they are alone, just they two together, in an isolated space, in silence… the first time in her life, she really shares the intimity with her father, and she feels so good.

Now she knows, that he can’t resist to her magic, and that he will do, what she wants. That he will repay all the debts to her, and he will add some interest!

“Come upstairs,” he invites Marketa, playing a good host, and she is following, like an obedient, submissive female, but watching around her attentively, like a new player, examining her new territory, where she plans to rule.

They really didn’t exaggerate in the magazine. The house is… simply enchanting, with the night dimmed lights on. The calming sound of flowing water can be heard, and it’s a hot summer night: still, the house is cool and refreshing, good clean air is inside, and Marketa feels so relaxed suddenly, like if she would belong there… like if Papa would build it for her.

In the large kitchen, Papa prepares that coffee for her, and a big glass of water, which she acccepts with thanks, drinking thirstily.

“You feel better now?” Papa asks impatiently. “Let’s go, you mother is waiting.”

“I just want use the bathroom,” she reminds him with innocent voice. “Show me, where it is, please.”

When he shows directions for her, Marketa finds herself in the most beautiful bathroom she has ever seen. The colors and tiles are so beautifully combined… and there are only right angles, nothing with round shape in the room… except her round breasts, round ass, and round feminine hips.

She watches her face in the mirror. Her eyes are glossy… full of expectation… and also female determination.

She simply sits on toilette, making sure, that the door is unlocked.

And she pretends to be sleeping, wondering, when Papa will realize, that something is wrong… and he will come, and he will be forced to take care of his little daughter, who needs him…

Soon, she hears his voice, calling her name, asking, if she is allright… then, soumd of the door, and his breath close to her.

“Damned,” he says, thinking, that she doesn’t hear him, that she fainted.

He is certainly thinking, what to do. He has to call her mother… but what to tell her? That drunk Marketa is in his bathroom?

It was his mistake, as calling Ivana should be the first thing to do, before he picked her from the bus stop… not to allow Marketa to get into his house, making this mess…

“Wake up,” he says then, anger can be felt in his voice, he had certainly different plans for this night, he wants to get rid of this unwelcomed, uninvited pest, so he pours a big glass of cold water on Marketa’s face.

“What are you doing?” she pretends to be surprised. “Why are doing this to me? Aren’t you ashamed, to enter the bathroom without permission? And to wake me up with water, like some fucking Gestapo? Who do you think you are?”

“I am calling your mother,” Papa says decisively. “I have enough of this!”

“Call her, big Papa, yes, call her, call my mommy!” Marketa replies. “You will see, what she will tell you! How she will like you, that you are with me, and she doesn’t like it, you know that! Or maybe I could call her, explaining, that I am staying at my friend’s place for today… she will let it be, and the whole world will be in peace?”

“So, daddy… be a man, make a choice!” she provokes him, knowing in advance, what choice he will make, because Ivana would be really furious, from several reasons, knowing, that they two are together, out of her control sphere, without her permission, and she likes to micromanage her family very systematically, never allow them to make private alliances.

Marketa wants to laugh, watching her Papa thinking about the situation, how she managed to impose her game to him. She has control now! And she manipulates him perfectly…

“It’s only eleven o’clock,” Papa tries to be reasonable, balanced and rational. “If we will go now, you will be home in time, there will be no problems for you, and for me.”

But Marketa isn’t rational, and deliberately… she needs to be a hysterical, emotional woman.

“I am tired, and I want to sleep,” she says like a queen, who gives orders. “You give me a bed, no big deal, and I promise to leave in the morning… at seven o’clock, there is a bus, I think,” she yawns, heading directly into the bedroom, which location she estimated exactly, with her sixth female sense.

Of course, that she won’t make any call… and she is certain, that Papa will remain passive too, as there would be a nasty scene, Ivana would use the situation to her favor… in the end, she could even accuse him, that he got Marketa drunk! And that could be really devastating for his reputation, if she will share the news with her countless friends, that poisonous bitches, who love gathering and spreading slanders, not hesitating to inform the sniffing tabloid media!

Of course, that Papa regrets his mistake now. But women are simply like this, so why to play surprised? Once you allow them into your territory, you can’t wonder, that they start with their games: not only Ivana, also Marketa is becoming a woman, with all, what this definition means, adapting such unpredictable style automatically. It’s inside their DNA…

The best approach will be simply to ignore her… maybe she will change her mind, when she will see, that he doesn’t play her dumb adolescent games with her, and she will ask to be taken home in the end, not speaking a word during ride.

Papa sits in front of a large, highly expensive TV set, turning it on, watching some movie about forest animals.

But Marketa doesn’t give him too much peace. Men always need to be under pressure, to make mistakes, to steal the ability of rational thinking from them…

Where Marketa learned such nasty tactics? She didn’t have to… it was inside her, always, inside her feminine essence. A gift from God, so a female can prevail, even in male world.

“Daddy?” a silent voice of a dying white swan can be hardly heard from the bedroom.

Papa wants to ignore it, not to react… it’s certainly another trick of this bitch, who really showed him her real face today.

“Daddy… please?” the sweet innocent voice can be heard again.

Maybe she needs something, or she is not feeling well. What can you do!

So Papa enters the large beddroom, where a king size double bed dominates.

In the middle of it, occupied by a slim, tall girlish body.

“Thank you, that you are taking care of me,” she says silently, to force him to come closer. “Sorry, that I was so emotional and harsh… it’s just… so difficult to me.. you know, to mature, without you… how much I need you… but it’s OK, you have your new life now, I understand it… I just want… you know.. to embrace yoiu, to be close to you, at least once… could you do that for me, please?”

Although men are generally dumb, not able to see through intricate female games, Papa knows, that something is wrong, that she should stay away from the girl.

But what can he say? That he is not willijg to give her hust one hug, which is for free? Is he really so selfish and miserable?

He sighs again, getting closer, so Marketa can embrace him, and she does, very gently and softly, like if she would like to indicate, that she doesn’t want to hurt him, to enter his life, to ruin it… she just needs a touch…

She sits on the bed, putting her head on his chest, so she can hear his heart beat. But it’s a foul move: she wants to determine, whether its tempo will be accelerated, indicating physica arousal… as her next move is to embrace him more firmly, until that degree, that he can’t escape her grasp.

“I feel so good now… with you… I missed this so much… this really helps me, I am so grateful… I always knew, that you are a good man, Daddy, that you stay away to protect me… that you are not hurting me deliberately, that my mom is the problem between us… we two had always a good relationship, remember?

You were taking me into ZOO, into cinema, into the nature… I was your little girl, and you were my big strong daddy, whom I admired and loved so much… but she stole you from me, as she couldn’t tolerate, that we are so happy together, without her, without her poison and negativity… but you let me to live there, with her… why didn’t you ask to have me in your care, as decided by a court? I would be so happy with you… not living with her, that manipulative bitch…!

Maybe we could be together now… you could make a compensation from me, for all that years, when you ignored me… they say, that if the ending is good, everything is good… you were away for six years, but I can forget it, if you will giuve me the love I want…

I know, that you have a girlfriend, maybe we two could even become friends… I am not asking her to be my stepmother, but I need you, I need you to have you close, like now I am, and it makes me so happy…

I am just so tired… please, lie down to me, and tell me a tale, so I can sleep…”

Papa tries to liberate himself from her grasp, but she is holding him tightly, and it would be so embrarassing to fight with her. When she says, that she is tired… maybe she will fall asleep soon, and he will disappear from this situation…

But she gives him no chance, putting her head on his chest again, again listening, like a doctor. And this time, she can recognize a difference in his heart beat tempo, she is certain… she embraces him, like an old lover, pushing her young body towards him, even putting her weight on him, so he can’t slip… and she deliberately breathes heavily, loudly, so he can hear, with that kind of seducing female breath, which makes any mad unstable and excited.

“A tale, daddy! Please, like in the old times,” she wants him to be occupied.

“Oh, Marketa… you are a grown girl already… what sense it would make, to tell you a tale?” he says, and Marketa recognizes the difference in his voice, in comparison with usual tone. He is submitting, she feels it…

“Please, please,” she yawns again, so the fool will think, that he can be done with her quickly.

“OK… so, around this village, there are deep woods, and cute little squirrels live there,” Papa started to narrate. “They have those long furry tails, using them as their improvised blankets, when they go to sleep…”

“I like squirrels,” Marketa says with voice of a really little girl, but in utmost contrast, she pushes her embrace yet more tight, as her body is mature and strong, and she is a determined woman.

“One day, a little squirrel, called Nutty… because she loved nuts… she climbed on a tall tree, but the bark slipped under her tiny limbs, and she fell down,” Papa continued narrating. “Fortunately, squirrels are very dextrous, so nothing serious happened to her. Still, when she stood up, she found, that her back leg is hurting.”

“So sad… poor little squirrel!” Marketa yawned with satisfaction, like a cat after a good meal, moving yet close to Papa, even putting her leg across his legs, pushing to his hip with her young wet pussy, even spawning up and down, like a real cat.

“So, all squirrels gathered, and the elder wise squirrels said, that Nutty needs a doctor,” Papa said with a little bit nervous voice. “But how can you find a doctor, in a forest? Only a human doctor could help, a veterinary surgeon.”

“Bad situation for poor Nutty!” Marketa said with fear in her voice. “And what happened next?” she moved her lips to Papa’s ear, whispering, like if they would be two secret lovers.

“Fortunately, another local squirrel, called Radicle*, she could speak human language, as she lived with humans as a child, when she was deserted by her mother…”

(* this name it’s quite a funny coincidence, as Marketa’s surname, Korinkova, comes from the root Czech word Korinek, meaning “a radicle”)

“I was also deserted, but not anymore, now I have my daddy,” Marketa said with utmost satisfaction, kissing Papa on his cheek, and very passionately. It should maybe mean gratitude, but the result was rather sexual.

“So, the other squirrel called a vet, saying, that there is an urgent medical situation in the Vonoklasy forest, and he needs to come at once,” Papa swallowed his saliva, hoping, that Marketa will fall asleep really, really soon, because this all was starting to be… quite sick, but he could hardly say, as a man, that her touch is unpleasant for him.

He was touching him, a man, with experience… who knows, how many males fucked her already? Papa didn’t want to know such details.

“But the vet was very greedy, and he wanted money for his medical services,” Papa said then. “And where would little squirrels get any money, demanded by a human? So, they promised him a treasure, a hidden pot of gold, which they allegedly saw, being inserted into a secret cache in their forest, by some peasant, who was scared, that thieves will steal his life savings, so he hid it into the ground… not realizing, that attentive squirrels are watching him from trees!”

“So clever squirrels!” Marketa was pleased, kissing Daddy again. “He certainly couldn’t resist such temptation!”

“He arrived in the end, indeed, carrying that big medical bag,” Papa confirmed. “He had a little problem to find little Nutty in the forest, fortunately, other squirrels showed him, where the patient is.”

“I hope, that he will be so kind, and he will take of her, like you are taking care of me, my beloved Daddy!” Marketa moved her body again, lying with her full weight on Papa, holding him around his neck, her face touching his, her legs spread, so their laps were touching, and she applied slight pressure into the magical place between his legs, watching with utmost satisfaction, how this secret treasure becomes enlarged, and hard.

“The greedy vet asked, ‘Where is the treasure?’, to be certain, that he will be paid, but clever squirrel friend of Nutty said, that he only gets the loot, and a bonus of delicious nuts, after the treatment,” Papa tried to pretend, that nothing is happening. “He cured the Nutty’s leg, it was only a sprain, nothing serious, so she was healthy soon, climbing on the trees again… and then, he demanded the promised money, otherwise, he said, he will never come to this forest again.”

“That’s too bad… they can trick him once, but what next time? If it will be something more serious?” Marketa wondered. “They solved one problem, but another, much bigger, was just created!

“You are really a clever girl,” Papa made a swift and powerful move, liberating from her grasp, escaping from the bed. “It was enough of tales today. I go to sleep, and you too.”

“But you won’t leave me alone here, daddy? Will you?” Marketa didn’t try to get Papa back by force, as it would only support his resistance. It was the time to change the strategy flexibly. “You won’t leave your little girl alone, in this big, mysterious house? You don’t want me to be afraid here, through the whole night, having nightmares, do you? Daddy, please, stay here with me…”

“I will… but you will remain at your half of the bed, not touching me, as there are some borders to be kept, and you are not a little girl anymore, you can’t touch me like that,” Papa said seriously.

“Oh Daddy, I am so sorry! Was it unpleasant to you? Did it hurt you?” Marketa pretended to be naive girl, which doesn’t understand her new sexuality, and she needs counsel. “You know, I don’t know anything about those things… like, men… I am so scared, what will happen, when they will touch me… with you, I am safe, I am calm, but with them, foreign men… I don’t trust them, they are harsh and violent, they don’t know, how to treat a woman, like you know, Daddy, I am the most certain…

Will you let me to be with them alone? So they can hurt me? Where you will be? You won’t care, that such thing can happen to me?

Daddy, I am so scared… I don’t want it… but my body is sinful and horny… what can I do? If they would be like you… but they are not! You are indeed the only man of my life… I love you, you know that! You are exactly the man I admire, everything about you… when I am close to you, I am happy, and when you are away, I am weeping.

I want to touch you and embrace you… I want to feel you close… please, stay with me tonight!”

Papa is touched by these words. She described it so colorfully, that he can literally see and feel that other man, treating her badly, she will cry, she will be unhappy, he will hurt her body and soul…

“Allright, I will come in a minute… but you will behave decently, like a good girl, OK?”

“I was always a good girl, but you didn’t notice!” Marketa says, pretending to be insulted. “And you will tell me, how that squirrels solved the problem with pot of gold, OK?”

When Papa returns, and lies down into bed, after he changed dress to pyjamas, Marketa is decent at first, to make him calm, so he won’t suspect any offensive action, losing his sharpness.

“The squirrels told the vet, that they will bring the pot of gold tomorrow, as they are really stressed, after the situation. There is a proverb, that you can’t insult with a promise… and tomorrow, maybe he will forget, or he will simply let it be, touched, when they will bring him a pot of delicious nuts instead…” Papa explained his theory.

“So clever squirrels,” the girl said with admiration, moving to Papa again, shocking him, as she was naked, and her body was hot, excited. She emraced him firmly again, not giving him a chance to slip from her again.

She even inserted her soft hand under the pyjamas, touching bare skin of Daddy’s chest. “You are so manly, in so good shape… this is, how the man of my dreams should look like… I never touched a man, can you believe it?

I wanted to touch you at first, not a foreign man… I want to see, how a man looks like… and you are a real man for me… so beautiful, so seductive… if only you could be my lover, my first one… that fateful one, who will take daisy chain from me… I would give it to you so gladly…”

“Marketa, don’t be foolish… I am your father, do you understand? This is not what fathers do to their daughters… I mean… usually. Certainly there are such cases, but it’s really sick, not speaking illegal.”

“But I like it,” she said. “I like it so much, with you… of course, that later, I will touch other men, and they will touch me… but only you are the one, who should be the first. That is what I reallly want… aren’t you honored, pleased, proud? That your daughter has so much affection towards you?”

“Look, I don’t want to be rude, but… that’s not going to happen. You will sleep with other men, with any man… except me.”

“But that is so horrible, that I can’t sleep just with you, if I like you so much… maybe we could have a little secret, something just between us… and you could do something good for me… giving me the love I need, so you will see me happy and satisfied… and you do want me to be satified, don’t you?

Now listen very carefully, Daddy… we both know, how much you owe me, but the past can be hardly rectified, so I don’t ask for it. Instead of a pot of gold, I want something small from you, in the present, a mere pot of nuts, but very valuable to me.

The only thing, that I want from you, is to be a man, to do the man’s things. Forget about some rules, crated by some fools! We are a family, and this is my wish, this is my need.

Otherwise, I swear, that I will be a very bad daughter, and I will force your girlfriend to split with you, when she will see, how cruel, insensitive man you are… if you were so cruel towards me, maybe you will do the same to her children, she will be inspired to think! And that is, what no woman can allow!

Do you understand me well, now? Some debts simply need to be paid. I was silent and patient for too long… now I am here, asking you for something, in the present, in reality… and I will go for it, as it means much to me.

It’s up to you to make a good decision now… as you can see, I am moving into the other part of the bed, so you will make the choice, you will be active element, like a man should be, and you will approach me, and you will take me, like a man takes a woman, because I want to experience it, with someone I trust.

If you want to postpone the inevitable, only to make a comedy from all this… which will be painful for you, I promise… then be it. Go to sleep, be a fool!

But if you are a man, you can prove it to me, that I am doing the right thing, believing in you. And maybe one day, you will need me, and I will be glad to help, because I am your loving daughter. But you have to deserve my love at first… by a manly action.

Don’t ask me why… this is simply my wish. And you are the one, who can fulfill it to me, as I have chosen you. Don’t try to find out, why… you wouldn’t understand female thinking.

Imagine, that I could be with a man today, right now, losing my virginity, exactly by the rules… still, I am here, with you, and it means something, this choice of mine!

You know, where to find me, Daddy…”

It’s around six o’clock in the morning, and in a tall corporate building at the periphery of Prague, in a large and expensively decorated office, a blonde woman meets with an overweight, much younger man, with a distinctive pig face.

While he sits, playing with his smartphone, she reads something, with very deep interest.

“I like this version,” she says then. “Number Eight… it’s perfect. Use it!”

“As you order, Madam,” Pavel Novotny, the best and most ruthless tabloid journalist of the country, says with excessive obedience deliberately, although in reality, he is rather a professional, and this is a piece of cake for him, easy money, a routine… but he simply likes playing a show. “You want us to make a promotion for the GOLDEN SPHINX as well?”

“Yes, full scale promotion, starting today, including our sister magazines and newspapers, home and abroad,” Ivona says decisively. “She attested herself, she is exactly the type of woman we need for our current plans: and she will do just anything for money, so we can control her perfectly, she will be our reliable asset.

Destination: Dubai, United Arab Emirates.”

“And what about SKINNY PUPPY? You understand, that if THIS will be published…”

“Then what? What will happen?” Ivona remained completely detached.

“You will destroy her, and it can’t be rectified, ever… not THIS time… but why? She served you well, whole years… and this is your repayment for her? Why can’t you just leave her alone? Why being so harsh, and unfair?”

“What’s wrong with you, man? Feeling solidarity and empathy with your victims suddenly? You, the biggest media rat and vulture of them all? You, who destroyed so many people, including her, with cold blood, and then you went for a drink with friends, smiling and relaxed?” Ivona wondered sincerely, as she never heard Novotny, speaking softly like this. “Aren’t you in love with her, in the end? You want to play her Prince on white horse? You want to question my orders and decisions?”

“I just want to know, why… it’s not logical… and I wonder, what would the Wu Corporation headquarters in Shanghai say, regarding such questionable move, when you want to flush a high-value media and political asset into the toilet, literally? Maybe I should send them my opinion about it, what do you say? Isn’t it even my professional duty?”

“This matter was discussed and decided at the highest places… this asset will be sacrificed in the higher interest,” Ivona said without slightest sign of doubt or mercy in her voice. “You and me, Pavel, we are just pawns here, to execute the task. It was not my call… they simply want to promote this new asset in Dubai, effectively replacing old good SKINNY PUPPY with a new and much improved blood, and they have their own plans with PAPA BEAR… that’s all you want and need I know.”

“I thought, that you are the Executive Director… a person, who decides, who is a part of the process, who can influence things, whose opinion is heard… you didn’t tell them, what nonsense this all is?” the chief reporter still insisted.

“And I thought, that you are just a media assassin, executing people for pleasure?” Ivona smiled. “But look at you, we just found, that you have conscience, you have regrets, emotions… oh, Pavel! You are not so cold, balanced and ruthless, as you seem… so many years you persuaded us about your integrity, and look: in the end, you failed, like everybody will fail, when playing with us, sooner or later!

All of you men: bitches are ruining you, making you soft, irrational and foolish, don’t you see? You never fucked her, you never touched her soft velvet skin… still, she got you into so much trouble, as you will lose trust of your superiors now… not good for your life and future!

Oh, you endless fool… you men really can’t rule the society… you are so fucking dumb… I am so disappointed… so many years of great cooperation with you, and now this mess… but you have to admit, that SKINNY PUPPY is really something… she even got you!

YOU, who was playing with her fate once, who felt so strong, who thought, that he has full control over her, that it’s all one-way street… but no, you hadn’t control, you only thought so… you were, you are, and you always will be… just a fool, just a man, and man is a fool! Weak, inclined to mistakes, weakness and defeat!

Can’t you see, what is really happening, you naive fool? A master of media deception… deceived! This is so hilarious… but also tragic at the same time!

Now get out of my office, and start working… time is precious! Big festive night is over, and your hungry readers are awaiting some juicy gossip!

You won’t betray them… will you? You will give them, what they want, what they need, to have a desirable and efficient relief from their own miserable lives… as you always say, when speaking about your ‘noble’ job, allegedly useful for the society, as you advocate yourself, to ‘clean the bad blood’?

Wake up, man… it’s the morning, a new day… for all of us!

Let’s make it a great day, inspiring people to some good decisions… why to see it negatively? We are helping them, we are serving them! We don’t hurt anyone! We don’t enslave and manipulate anyone… people always get, what they want, what they deserve!

Life is about tales… and we simply narrate one, very interesting, to them!”

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