EXCERPT FROM THE WORK.

Dear readers, through Ballo Ballo New York and Ballo Moscow, I have finally gotten to where

I wanted to be from the beginning. I know that some people will not like this book, but despite everything

I think that if they can do it, then I can do it twice, meaning what goes around comes around. When writing this

book, I tried to stay as close to reality as possible, and of course I took full advantage of the greatest

luxury of today's modern democratic world, which is freedom of the press.

I simply cannot come to terms with autocracy and brutality, which can never defeat

freedom.

If you'll allow me, I'll take this moment to borrow the words of the greatest, the most humiliated minion under the sun, now a new minion with a radar on his head and

fluttering antennae in front of his eyes, who repeats everywhere that without freedom of speech,

there can be no democracy, and that's the way it should be, in a word

democratic wretch, and I have only one question for you - AM I LYING?

...from now on, everyone, and I mean everyone, will greet each other in our way, good morning, Mr.

Neighbor, Mr. Ultra-Liberal Rainbow Citizen...

...oh, come on, Mr. Rainbow Neighbor, you even have your toenails painted and your lips red,

you're perfectly color-coordinated today, who cares about some dumb bald shoemaker who

barely retrained as a hairdresser and is probably on drugs with his father-in-law...

...but how you resemble that TV actor, you're the spitting image of him, everything,

your face, your athletic figure, it's not even true, Mr. Rainbow Neighbor, may I call you

Janko, please, please, pretty please, tell me, wouldn't it be wonderful, Janko the warm-up act and

Peťko the even warmer warm-up act, from now on you're my only idols!...

...I swear on my freshly plucked pink poop and my purple-stripped stick,

that I'm not lying, that croaker told me straight to my face that, "Pupuš Peťko, you faggots, I'll beat that

disease out of you, you're so good that you don't know how to get into your own skin anymore, you don't know how to

get attention anymore, but I'll put an end to it, you disgusting pigs, I've already bought a wooden club

from a pickaxe, you animal, tell me it's not filthy, he even said with that disgusting smile that

he'd tear the buns off our heads, that he'd fix our hairstyles the way they should be, tell me,

isn't he filthy, a filthy homophobe?...

...we did have a dog, but it was a wolfdog, we called him Kompót, you wouldn't believe how much

he could fit in him and how much his furry little face could take, we were surprised ourselves many times,

that's why we named him Kompót...

...that dog, that mad dog, has such a strange name, I can never remember it, wait,

I've got it written down here, I've got it, Viktor, the Hungarian disobedient mad dog Viktor.

Sir, I'm writing it down too, Viktor, I've got it, go on.

Where was I, Babrack, if you keep interrupting me, I'll never finish.

The Russians and Viktor, what are you going to punish them for on top of everything else!

...BURISMA - HUNTER...