In the loose sequel to BALLO BALLO MOSCOW, it is doubly true that when writing these books, but especially this one, I was guided by my favorite saying: You can say anything, but you have to know how to say it! I believe that these two books will transport you to a unique world of fiction, endless entertainment, and unending laughter in your homes. I sincerely wish you undisturbed reading.

BALLO BALLO MOSCOW - excerpt from the work... ... well, okay, I believe the others won't hear this, so here goes: my friends and I have perfected this fraudulent system down to the last detail. You see, the television stations we'll be using will be brainwashing the nation all year long with so-called election polls, I should point out that they will be fake, until everyone finally believes them, then the elections will finally come and boom, surprise surprise, the polls were almost accurate, our fraudulent counting devices will take care of that and we will win again, understand, the whole of Europe works like this, believe me, people are more stupid than we can even imagine, we have to take advantage of that, that's the way it is, we have to seize power firmly in our hands, do you finally understand why I must not lose my so-called honor and pride at any cost?

Sir, but what shall we do with those Slavs, with that perpetually miserable Ukraine and those perpetually rebellious Russians?

What, what, it seems to me that you are not listening to me at all. What do you think, that my son is really in Ukraine just for fun? Can't you see how he has managed to turn this Slavic rabble against us? Is that not enough for you? We'll fool even the devil himself, we'll beat them into submission, especially those dirty Russians!

Comrade Secretary, he's still insulting us, we can't let this go on, stop him!

Come on, boys, calm down. If we're dirty Russians to them, then they're Anglo-Saxon pigs to us, but the rule still applies: don't touch them, don't hurt them under any circumstances, especially the old man, they're still our guests.

Sir, I don't want to be pushy again, but if you keep getting so worked up, he'll kick you out again in a minute and you'll be left high and dry.

You're very wise, Mr. Babrack. I don't like you, but this time I have to agree with you completely.

Shut your big loud mouth, you bankrupt piece of shit, please someone kick me in the balls, ah, ah, ah, ouch, whoever hurt me so badly, to the hottest hell, it knocked the wind out of me, whoever kicked me so hard, it almost tore my balls off, they didn't bounce like that even when I was running around on stage, ah, ah, and the pain is getting worse, my left ball is swelling up, I can feel it, I'm biting myself, God, my eyes are popping out of their sockets, I don't think I'll survive this pain!

Mr. Cheater, don't be offended, but I still have a shadow of suspicion hanging over me in connection with you.

What do you mean, you bankrupt, I don't understand you at all, explain it to me, but quickly!

I mean only one thing, that I don't believe you, knowing you, you will surely continue with your deceit and lies, you simply won't stop!

Ah, ah, ah, ouch, what, you kicked me a second time, is this possible, my right testicle is swelling, I can feel it, I'm crawling on the floor in pain!

Mr. Cheater, if it makes you feel better in this cramped position, which I highly doubt, then please note that I can feel it too, I can feel my right thumb starting to swell. You eared beast, I must admit that you have really surprised me now, I would even say shocked me, but I swear I will never forgive you, I will never forget this humiliation, remember that, I will haunt you every step of the way!

My boys, this is exactly what they call VAE VICTIS!

I'm crawling, I'm crawling in pain across this disgusting Russian land around Babracka, I think I'm really going to start crying, my teeth are chattering, nothing helps here, not even clenched fists, Now only adrenaline and hatred for these Russians give me strength. So I ask again, and I ask for the last time, who was it? Answer me, because if I happen to get up today, you won't want to see me!

And I repeat again that it was me. Have you lost your memory as quickly as you lost your honor? take it from me as a small favor, at least you won't fall asleep in the Oval Office with your hands folded in the middle of a meeting, and you won't get lost in your own garden, and last but not least, never forget that it's not always best to let your tongue get ahead of your brain, Mr. Bidet Demented!

Sir, I don't know if you'll be able to stand up today, because in addition to indescribable pain, you are also overcome with sadness. I can see that your shoulders are slumped.

Babrack, you may not know this, but I am a very emotional person, I just burst into tears, ouch, from a racist bastard like Fringe, it was to be expected, ouch, my balls, I'm sure all the hair on my balls fell off, such a blow from behind?!

Poor guy, boys, you see that? We don't even have to lift a finger and I don't think he'll be able to stand up today. I'm telling you, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes right now...