INDEPENDENCE DAY

INDEPENDENCE DAY
by Oleg Razumovsky

On Independence Day  we sat with a former translator Fhil in the park near the bronze Deer. Soviet soldiers brought it from  Goering’s hunting ground and gave it to  children .

Phil quit translating right after the last default, worked as a  guard and drank like a pig  cheap counterfeit vodka called “Freedom” .

So, we sat, drank and talked and suddenly we smelled an aroma of the expensive perfume. We raised our murky eyes from vodka on the bench and saw a group of officials led by Governor himself. They were passing us quickly by, looking at us disapprovingly. And  we, all of a sudden, began spontaneously  throwing up in the most insolent  manner. That “Freedom” it is the best among the cheap alcohol, but then it was too much of a good thing.

And what about the officials? Everything’s all right.  They briskly passed us by turning away in disgust their noble noses. Only a stout cop, Colonel, ran up to us and made ??a remark. Like we should be more careful. We told him in chorus to fuck off.
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We soon finished our “Freedom” and  had to take another bottle. And when we were returning to our bench  I saw a former KGB major sitting at the bronze Deer. Some years ago he was after me and Phil. Now he is a dirty bum who searches for food in the garbage. He is a real goner and looks like shit. Here in the park he collects empty bottles and then buys stinking moonshine and drinks till he passes out. Asshole.

I came up to the bastard, and, without saying a word , hit him hard in the odious mug.  The bum did not even twitch.

So, we drank our “Freedom” with my buddy Phil and watched  very young girls near the fountain drinking canned beer and cursing loudly, as if openly defying society.
Some ragged fucker  shouted : ” Fucking Russia !” I noticed , by the way, that in place of the notorious soviet asshole, who sucked off the system, came a fucking Russian maron, who is always dissatisfied with the government.

Meanwhile the Celebration continued and gained momentum.

A well-dressed kid came up to the stall and, not wanting to wait for the seller, slammed his fist into the glass. He took a bottle of beer and calmly walked away. A tall policewoman with a long club in her belt and a silly smile on the entire fucking face was dragging a short drunk cop.  Three stoned youths on the new Audi crushed into a concrete barrier. All three of them are instantly dead. Near the hotel Russia a killer is taking his time aiming at a businessman coming out of the jeep full of sluts and money.
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Now, the festival was in a full swing. The crowd, drunk with “Freedom”, went crazy. People threw stones, and fought the riot police. They set some cars on fire. I myself  broke the window of a fashion boutique Lady Hamilton, the hostess of which had recently humiliated me. Just insulted. This cow in trendy outfit with whom I was in high school thought me a looser because I had’t  made ??money. Bitch!

Some unknown young guys, calling themselves The Left Demons, vigorously chanted: “Kill the skins, just  don’t bullshit us!  Save Russia ! ”

In the evening I met in a dark alley a buisnessman in an expensive suit. Cut it all to shreds with my knife. I would’ve blown up some mansion, but I did not have a single gram of TNT on me.

Woke up in the morning at a tram stop. Gloomy citizens were hurrying to work, barely remembering what happened yesterday . I looked at myself.  Oh, fuck! No jacket, no shoes. So, I went home barefoot.