The dusk slowly engulfed the rows of flats representing typical communist architecture - almost without any element of art, the rows of concentrate blocks that housed majority of population of Novigrad resembled a place where unused boxes go; just as them they had purely geometrical shapes, without even degree of emotion put into them. Here, in grim, gray reality of socialist world, no one cared about such pointless concepts as the art; except if it glorified the working class and adhered to socrealist principles, portraying the daily struggle of labor vanguards to build the communist society, where everyone has equal amount of cash and equality reigns supreme. Except for the fact that society of Zabolekhovyan Independent Soviet Republic was far from ideal that was portrayed to them on the posters coming from the propaganda - here most people had luck if they managed to buy milk or few raisins, and the party secretaries somehow hadn't been disturbed by the fact that what they said hadn't been corresponding to amount of riches they accumulated. But, after all, they were the working class - thus they dictated what working class should do, or do not. Most common people hadn't been enjoying high level of living, which led to various pathologies spreading left and right; criminals long ago bought the militsya for themselves, which very often proven that sole task it is capable of is beating the unarmed protesters, rather than dealing with crime and protecting citizens. OSMO, infamous paramilitary police units were famous for striking at the protesters with savage fury, with their batons falling on them like swarm of thunders, pushing innocent people left and right, defenseless against their weapons of terror. So it would have been... but today their opponents were far different from defenseless students they were used to beat in the past.
Through the streets, now filled with smog from the local factories, ran a large crowd of men; most of their faces were concealed under hoods and masks, very often with their necks decorated by variety of colors shining from the scarfs signifying the football club those young men usually brawled for. Poverty spawned enormous amount of frustration in the young men, which had to be released somehow. Stadiums became this place, with various groups of football hooligans turning matches into real battles with use of homemade weaponry. In this society, where if you said something against the authority in public you would likely have heard heavy knocking of the secret police on your doors the following night, football stadiums were sole place where people could speak what they wished to without fear of the SBN paying them a visit. Thus, a deadly mix of nationalism and football hooliganism came to be; and now, when the first secretary Miroslav Kravietsky died, those men came to fulfill their dream: a free Zabolekhovye, without communism. Dozens of young men rushed through the streets, their muscular figures quickly giving proper signals for the locals to hide into safety of their homes; countless batons, sticks, knives, machetes that were to taste blood of the militsiya sending even stronger message.
Observing everything through a pair of glasses was a middle aged man, with short, curly hair, square like face with exposed cheekbones, and a pair of bright green eyes lustrating the situation. The man - Vyktor Sykora - has been a pride of Zabolekhovyan sport, having over 40 victorious boxing fights, with only 5 lost. Even with that, Sykora pursued a boxing career after he had been expelled from an university because of loud comments against socialism. Sole reason for greater silence during the boxing career was his goal to prepare - which he planned to do right now, citing the fact that he has been acting as a head of anti-socialist movement for a while. With a slow motion, a man approached him, reporting the situation:
"Militsiya squadron near Volgovska street!" the masked football hooligan shouted "seem to be awaiting us!"
"And Markovsky?" fell Sykora's question with a concerned voice, questioning his subordinate.
"Awaiting at tram depot!" hooligan's response was quick and brief. Despite not being one, they functioned like an army, with perfect organization and division of roles - which is why they were first idea for Sykora's shock troops in today's riots. While several factories announced strike, trying to exploit the fact that Miroslav's death caused a power vacuum in the communist party, his hooligans drove from all over the county and slipped in using coming final of the football league as pretext; now their true motives came to light, and real war was about to begin on the streets. In front of Sykora's men stood a thick blue line of paramilitary police; the sirens roared their song of oppression as coming dusk increased the blaze of the police lights. An emotionless, mechanical voice carried from the speakers through the air, telling a simple message to the protesters:
"THIS GATHERING IS ILLEGAL! DISPERSE OR FACE CONSEQUENCES! THIS GATHERING IS ILLEGAL! DISPERSE OR FACE CONSEQUENCES! THIS GA..."
They knew too much what that meant - yield or take the beating. Yet they had years of experience in brawls, when police came to disperse them. Now the time for payback was here; Sykora signaled to a hooligan on his left, who instantly stood at the edge of the building, lighting two flares and waving them close to his body. Then, far in the distance, another flare went off, passing the message to the tram depot. Although usually used to decorate the matches, now the flares and races served as C2 mode, relying information to the hooligan "squadrons" dispersed across the city. Each of them usually was formed from fans of different club, and assigned to a specific objective; motorcycle and bicycle couriers ran between them, exchanging information and guiding the hooligan groups on their targets.
With a loud shout "KURVA!!!!!!!!" - which was a shout meaning "whore", being a common cuss, now becoming sort of war cry - first lines of football hooligans halted, preparing to toss their objects at the police. Like a swarm of locusts the air was filled with bricks and molotov cocktails, falling on the police like hungry insects seeking to devour them; 2nd line tossed first, so when the policemen would rise their shields to protect themselves against the deadly hailstorm, first wave wold toss on straight trajectory, hitting them directly. To the tops of the flats ran hooligans holding buckets of boiling water, which they then unleashed on the unsuspecting policemen. First casualties were recorded as onslaught struck; yet the policemen quickly recovered. Tear gas flew into the lines of hooligans, a poisonous smoke causing many to fall on their backs; and a large armored truck with water dispersing system poured the high pressure stream, forcing the hooligans to retreat a bit, with organized lines of policemen smashing their batons against their shields advancing like Roman legionaries behind. Those men - beating heart of the party - were already on drugs that made them incredibly aggressive and willing just to smash. Just a second and they will have their chance.
And then, Markovsky's vessel came. With a loud roar, a city tram emerged from behind the turn, ramming directly into the police truck, tossing it side wise onto the crowd of unsuspecting policemen and cutting through their line, throwing them into disarray. Another loud "KURVA!" shout came through the air, as new waves of hooligans kept in reserve poured into battle, cutting the policemen with knives and machetes, slashing them with axes and beating with batons, chains or whatever they grabbed. Disorganized policemen who hadn't been crushed by either their own truck or the city tram, faced now a horde of aggressive young men wishing only their death. Line was broken with seconds, and a disorganized brawl erupted as new policemen were forced onto the ground, with wave after wave of deadly blows falling on them. Soon the loud sounds of the clash turned into a deadly silence... and then a loud shout "PORT NOVIGRAD! VIPIERDALATI KHUYI, PORT NOVIGRAD!" (Port Novigrad, Go the f**k away d**ks, Port Novigrad), signifying the club that victorious hooligans fought for, broke the shroud of silence, informing everyone of demise of police unit.
Within minutes they reached their destination: Ostrovskya Prison, where many political prisoners were held. Gates were smashed, prisoner freed and guards disarmed. Over 500 Vz. 58 rifles fell into the crowd's hands; two kilometers away, another squadron surprised Militsiya post, seizing even more arms. Sykora stood with AKSU on his arm, rising his hand into the air, to the cheering crowds that from time to time fired their weapons, testing their use for future engagements. Fires burned around them as the counter - revolution struck Zabolekhovye...
SACTO PRESENTS.....
<Scene of the TV screen shows countless masked hooligans smacking the police and beating them with various objects. A female voice of the reporter says:>
FEMALE REPORTER: Well organized groups of football hooligans begun series of attacks on police forces, breaking into the Ostrovskaya Prison and dispersing several militsiya units...
DIFFERENT FEMALE REPORTER: Riots appear to have spread across the entire city. At least 50 people are dead, and many more wounded. Is this beginning of the revolution?
<A group of men, in suits, with Communist Revolutionary Party of Zabolekhovye flag behind them sit near a round table, signing a document:>
FEMALE REPORTER: After series of strikes, riots and battles, the Komunistitchnaya Revoluciynaya Partiya Zabolekhovya decided to dissolve and call for an organized elections to the parliament two months from now. First Secretary of KPPZ, Vieslav Gomulka, announced that he plans on reforming KKPZ into social democratic party respecting wishes of Zabolekhovyan workers and functioning in free and democratic system.
<A man, earing a tie, exits limousine, and heads for his company's office.>
FEMALE REPORTER: CEO of Energon, Konstantin Jeziorovsky, just confirmed finalization of the several million dollars worth deal with Nihonese companies. It is expected that the controversial oligarch plans on building new gas main from Timurovsky to Zabolekhovye, using money obtained through the deal. Energon is now officially most profitable Zabolekhovyan company. Is this dawn of new capitalist economy.
<Konstantin Jeziorovsky stands on podium of Energon, smiling during his speech>
KONSTANTIN JEZIOROVSKY: I wish only the good of Morgovian folk, and to serve them well. I wish that the central government respected out autonomy more; It is not their duty to handle this kind of affairs. Why won't they focus on fact that foreign companies are already doing everything to use the transition to their advantage?
<People voting in an election are shown while they throw their votes in>
FEMALE REPORTER: It is now confirmed. Labourist coalition won the elections, with roughly 36% of votes... the agrarian conservative Zabolekhovyan People's Movement is just behind it with 32% of votes. In such situation any ruling coalition would be likely impossible.
<Vyktor Sykora, wearing tie, walks triumphantly through an elegant corridor, while looking around himself like Julius Caesar after the conquest of Gaul; indeed, his muscular body resembles the Roman general in great detail>
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as various groups of communist ideology
as various groups of communist ideology
FEMALE REPORTER: Vyktor Sykora has now officially assumed presidency. In his opening speech he announced an urgent plan to shatter "Post-communist corruption infesting our state" and to officially veto coming gay rights bill.
DIFFERENT FEMALE REPORTER: This is yet another argument which caused multiple politicians to leave the Konstituanta. Is this beginning of a crisis?
<Viktor Sykora is shown standing on a podium>
VYKTOR SYKORA: Zabolekhovyan people are with me for they know that I represent them against you - an assembly of corrupt bureaucrats who care about nothing but their own power! I give you my word, your den of vipers will be put to an end!
<Veronika Ciernik addresses the nation in her televised speech>
VERONIKA CIERNIK: I officially wish to thank you, Zabolekhovyan nation, for yet again electing me as your prime minister. I give you promise to investigate connections of Vyktor Sykora to various oligarchs and his criminal past; and if there is something to touch, then this affair will be put into a court.
Organized States and Republic of Vietnam
as various governments supporting the rightist factions.
as various governments supporting the rightist factions.
<The scenery portrays burning city, with countless rioters tossing molotov cocktails at the police>
FEMALE REPORTER: Riots have erupted in several cities in the north as various groups begun series of protests, claiming that the elections were falsified and pointing to many irregularities, such as new vote counting system which failed to work and 2 weeks time to have the results announced, calling them unconstitutional and demanding repetition. Viktor Sykora called the protesters to remain calm, while CEO of Energon seems to be far more militant in his claims; he openly called for various rioters to "show the thugs with what clay Morgovians are made of>
DIFFERENT FEMALE REPORTER: Prime Minister Veronika Ciernik announced that she considers Sykora and Jeziorovsky to be responsible for the riots, as their radical agenda is why they emerged in first place. She announced that she will be calling for impeachment of president Sykora.
VYKTOR SYKORA: You don't have idea what fire you released out of your bottle, Ciernik... I promise you that. If you think I will allow corruption to spread and communism to return... you are deadly wrong.
< a van slowly drives through the steers, before entering a garage. Masked men in tracksuits open it, beginning to unload AKs from the inside. One of them, a tall and well built football hooligan, smiles>
MASKED FOOTBALL HOOLIGAN: Let them come now...
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