Also from the Once Upon a Time fan. Children of the Capitol (SI) I mean the economic threat. Thanks to the planned policy and a peculiar combination of moral and material incentives, the Soviet Union managed to achieve high economic indicators

Conversation "Family". Capitan Hook: shit ... my head ... Regina Mills: less of my cider to drink David Nolan: where am I? Mary-Margaret Blanchard: Where are you? Capitan Hook: Bl8 ... on me David Nolan: Shut up Mary-Margaret Blancher: WHAT THE FUCK? David Nolan: I'll be home soon dear Mary-Margaret Blanchard: I'm going to look for Mary-Margaret Blanchard: I'll always fucking find you Emma Swan: fuck dad ... Emma Swan: Reg Emma Swan: urgently remodeling our basement Mary -Margaret Blanchard: David? Pooooohorn! Emma Swan: Reg, erase my memory David Nolan: Daughter, save me, I'm in pain, I'm not used to being down! Emma Swan: Reeeej Emma Swan: I have a psychological trauma Regina Mills: I don't want to see or hear anything. Emma Swan: I'm taking a vacation Emma Swan: At the expense of City Hall Regina Mills: Then I'm with you Emma Swan: Okay, then I order us a pizza Capitan Hook: Damn, David .. You asshole Mary-Margaret Blanchard: Fine. There is porn, and the daughter thinks only about grub. Emma Swan: W. ME. PSYCHOLOGICAL. INJURY. Emma Swan: My dad slept with my ex. Mary-Margaret Blanchard: Don't you dare talk to your mother like that! Regina Mills: So you still think about him? Emma Swan: Come and get it Emma Swan: no Emma Swan: I'm just sick of this look Emma Swan: you're great Regina Mills: You're not tolerant. Emma Swan: You sent me to see what was thundering in the basement Emma Swan: because of you I saw this horror Emma Swan: And you yourself are lying in bed Emma Swan: And I ... Regina Mills: You don't like gays so much? Emma Swan: * whimpers * Emma Swan: I don't like it when I find my dad with boyfriend David Nolan: Can you come down again? I hid in your mom's sex toy closet. Emma Swan: Fuck. Emma Swan: DAD DON'T David Nolan: Regina, sunshine Regina Mills: no! Mr. Gold: Regina, watch out, Belle is planning to strike! Emma Swan: What does the sun mean ???? Regina Mills: I have no idea ... Mr. Gold: Run! Regina, Run, she'll be here soon! Emma Swan: Dad. Regina Mills: Where is my mother when she is so needed ??? Cora Mills: I'm in a cafe. Regina Mills: The librarian nerd considers me her daughter. Cora Mills: Mrs. Gold and I are addressing your misbehavior. She will pick you up soon. Regina Mills: What ???? Cora Mills: How do you talk ?! Regina Mlls: fuck Emma get ready, we're leaving Emma Swan: It seems my boy won't start. Regina Mills: Putting Your Yellow Cuttlefish in the Dump Emma Swan: It's Not a Cuttlefish, It's a Bee! Emma Swan: One night your mom shouted it out during Emma Swan: it doesn't matter Mary-Margaret Blancher: there is porn everywhere David Nolan: Kids, are you leaving? David Nolan: I'll stay with you David Nolan: my wife kicked me out Cora Mills: Regina punished! she's not going anywhere! Cora Mills: I know what they will be doing there. Regina Mills: Mom, do you want me to give you a grandson? Cora Mills: "Gave birth" already Regina Mills: She will play with your child Regina Mills: they will be friends Cora Mills: She? Do you have a girl? Regina Mills: well ... if you want, there will be a girl Regina Mills: I will give birth until I give birth to her Cora Mills: I will not babysit a bunch of ill-mannered boys! Henry Mills: David, I'll live with you Henry Mills: Moms Dumped Mom's Merce. Cora Mills: FUCK. Regina Mills: They won't catch us! Emma Swan: They'll catch up! If you don’t stop yelling at the whole car Regina Mills: Byaka .. Regina Mills: ouch Regina Mills: Yes, I’m silent, I’m silent

In November 1991, former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher made a speech in Houston, USA, in which she told how exactly, in what ways Great Britain and other Western countries destroyed the USSR. Also in this November speech, Margaret Thatcher spoke about the imminent, legally enshrined, collapse of the USSR. Indeed, a few weeks later, as if by magic, the British Prime Minister signed the Belovezhskaya Agreements in December 1991.

How it was.

In November 1991, there was a trip of oil refining and petrochemical specialists to the USA, to Houston (Texas). The central part was the participation in the meeting of the American Petroleum Institute, IPA (it seems, the anniversary). The American concept of an institution is, in general, far from ours. IPA is a kind of semi-public association that organizes periodic meetings of oil and petrochemical companies (including competing ones), at which they are engaged in "grinding" their interests. Margaret Thatcher, who had recently become the former Prime Minister of England, was invited to the IPA meeting as a guest of honor. By the way, M. Thatcher is a chemist by education, although she did very little work in her specialty.

M. Thatcher made a purely political speech for 45 minutes, which could be titled "How We Destroyed the Soviet Union."

I don't know if she was warned that there were Russians in the hall (quite possibly not). Margaret Thatcher was a lady as clever as she was cynical. Her role in the destruction of the Soviet Union was significant and she tried to tell this very frankly. Her assessment of the state of the economy of the USSR and the metamorphosis that took place with it is fundamentally different from what our media presented to us.

Of course, memorizing speech is impossible exactly. But after it, in the evening we tried to collectively remember what was said and write something down.

“The Soviet Union is a country that posed a serious threat to the Western world. I'm not talking about a military threat. In essence, it did not exist. Our countries are quite well armed, including with nuclear weapons.

I mean the economic threat. Thanks to a planned policy and a peculiar combination of moral and material incentives, the Soviet Union managed to achieve high economic indicators.

Percentage of increase in gross national product it was about twice as high as in our countries. Considering the enormous Natural resources USSR, then with a rational economy, the Soviet Union had quite real opportunities to oust us from world markets.

Therefore, we have always taken actions aimed at weakening the economy of the Soviet Union and creating internal difficulties for it.

The main one was the imposition of an arms race. We knew that the Soviet government adhered to the doctrine of equality of arms between the USSR and its NATO opponents. As a result, the USSR spent about 15% of the budget on armaments, while our countries - about 5%. Of course, this negatively affected the economy of the Soviet Union. The Soviet Union had to save on investments in the production of so-called consumer goods. We hoped to cause massive discontent among the population in the USSR.

One of our tricks was the alleged "leakage" of information about the amount of weapons we have much larger than in reality, in order to cause additional investments by the USSR in this economically unprofitable area.

Taking into account the imperfection of the USSR constitution took an important place in our policy. Formally, it allowed the immediate withdrawal from the USSR of any union republic that wished to do so (and practically by a decision by a simple majority of its Supreme Soviet). True, the implementation of this right was practically impossible at that time due to the cementing role of the Communist Party and the security forces. And yet, in this constitutional feature there were potential opportunities for our policy.

Unfortunately, despite our efforts, the political situation in the USSR remained very stable for a long time. A serious place in the formation of our policy (mainly the policy of the United States) was occupied by the issue of creating a missile defense system (SDI). I must admit that most of the experts were against the creation of SDI, since believed that this system would be extremely expensive and insufficiently reliable, namely the SDI shield could be pierced with the additional investment by the Soviet Union of much smaller (5-10 times) funds in "offensive" weapons.

Nevertheless, the decision to develop SDI was made in the hope that the USSR would start creating a similar expensive system. To our great regret, the Soviet government did not make such a decision, but limited itself to political declarations of protest.

This is a very difficult situation for us. However, information soon came in about the imminent death. Soviet leader and the possibility of a person coming to power with our help, thanks to whom we will be able to realize our intentions.

This was the assessment of my experts (and I have always formed a very qualified group of experts on the Soviet Union and, as necessary, facilitated additional emigration from the USSR of the necessary specialists).

This man was M. Gorbachev, who was characterized by experts as a careless, suggestible and very ambitious person. He had good relations with the majority of the Soviet political elite, and therefore his coming to power with our help was possible.

The activities of the "Popular Front" did not require large funds: these were mainly the costs of duplicating equipment and financial support of functionaries. However, the support of long strikes of miners demanded very significant funds.

Great controversy among experts was caused by the question of the nomination of Boris Yeltsin as the leader of the "Popular Front" with the prospect of his subsequent election to the Supreme Soviet of the Russian Republic and then the head of the Russian Republic (as opposed to the leader of the USSR M. Gorbachev).

Most experts were against Yeltsin's candidacy, given his background and personality traits. However, appropriate contacts and agreements took place, and the decision to "push through" Yeltsin was made.

With great difficulty, Yeltsin was elected Chairman of the Supreme Soviet of Russia, and a declaration of Russia's sovereignty was immediately adopted. The question is from whom, if the Soviet Union was at one time formed around Russia? This was indeed the beginning of the collapse of the USSR.

B. Yeltsin received substantial assistance during the events of August 1991, when the leading elite of the USSR, blocking Gorbachev, tried to restore the system ensuring the integrity of the USSR. Yeltsin's supporters held out, and he gained significant (albeit incomplete) real power over the security forces.

All union republics, taking advantage of the situation, declared their sovereignty (although many did this in a peculiar form that did not exclude their membership in the Union).

Thus, now the de facto disintegration of the Soviet Union has taken place, but de jure the Soviet Union exists. I assure you that within the next month you will hear about the legal formalization of the collapse of the Soviet Union. "

Margaret Thatcher stepped down from the podium to applause and strode across the hall, shaking outstretched hands.

We returned home to Russia and after about two weeks heard the news about the Belovezhskaya agreements. The rest is known.

Let's start with the packaging. Because when a store starts packing food in disposable pots, it says that the store owners know they are selling bullshit. Because a good product will not be put in such a package. If you have a product that represents something from itself, then it has a different package. People who sell good products, they involuntarily have respect for the work that is invested in them. And if the fish was caught in an incomprehensible place, it is not clear when, 300 times it was frozen, then again 300 it was defrosted, then this cannot arouse respect. Hence the packaging. And for fish, normal packaging is parchment and only parchment.

But to hell with her packaging! And the content? Is that what the doctor's sausage, so beloved by everyone, consists of? This is the usual glutominase enzyme and 100 grams of the meat component, which, thanks to a chemical reaction, after 24 hours turn into 10 kilograms, and you get your own cooked sausage. Do you need it?

The simplest indicator of quality is price. Good products cannot be cheap. Beef is cheap, which is supplied to us from Brazil. There, the meat is molded into a briquette - 3 meters by 2 meters and another 2 meters high - and in this form is loaded into a carriage and sent. How can you eat it later? And if we are talking about farm production, about private households, then a piece of good beef costs, depending on the season, from 40 to 60 euros. And this is not because someone will make millions out of it, but because the cost of producing good beef is very high. If a producer has millions of chickens in a corralled space, which are force-fed and then slaughtered, then what quality can we talk about? And there is a standard chicken in the world, called "chicken bress". This is a special terroir in France, where chickens are raised and they run in the wild, they are fed with grain. But how much does a Bresse chicken cost? About 20 euros apiece. And in the store, this chicken in a tray costs 90 rubles. Is there a difference - 800 rubles and 90? The difference is 10 times, which means that the quality will be exactly 10 times worse.

What about cheese? Only in our country are sales of so-called sandwich cheese kept at this level! There is no other such thing anywhere, in any country in the world. In no other country in the world do people eat anything like this. They understand that cheese is separate world, cheese is a delicacy, and they buy cheese the way we Russians buy cakes. For them, behind each piece there is a certain area with its ecology, special breeds of cows, specially selected milk and human labor, and they understand why this cheese costs not 300 rubles per kilogram, but 300 euros.

Or vegetables. We want to buy raspberries in February, but what quality can we talk about then? Whatever fruits and vegetables we take, seasonality is important for them. What's the best raspberry? The one that the grandmothers will collect and in the summer will be sold to us on the market for a month. We will never be able to compare the taste of that vegetable or that berry that was grown in our region and which will be sold for only a week or two, with a massive export product.

And all these criteria - content, packaging, production process, price - apply to almost everything. And when we come to the store, we all understand this. But every time we go to the store, we want to fool ourselves. And in the end, when we take out the wallet, our logic is flipped 180 degrees, and we buy what is cheaper. And this makes me terrified. Of course.

Where is your favorite bow? And the magic arrows? - Isabella croaked, groping for the bag of plants given by Elsa before her death. Hogarth felt Margaret's hot body, so close, so tangible and ... still desired. Despite the fierce hatred, Isabella struggled with a pleasant impulse, an attempt to run her palms along the elastic chest and body, testing Margaret. But she ... couldn't?

Believe me, I no longer need them, '' leaning towards Isabella so much that the redhead felt the opponent's breath, as if confused, on her lips, Margaret slightly pressed the handle, but for some reason froze, not taking her eyes off Isabella's bright blue, almost luminous eyes ... What's in the way? Do it once and District Four is destroyed. But Margot seemed to be afraid to make that last move. Ordinary livestock - kill. Or?..

Taking advantage of the hitch, Hogarth jerked into Milson's face the pollen of a plant, from which the brunette grabbed her eyes, releasing Isabella from her shackles. Without hesitating a second, Isabella threw off the girl, knocking out a dangerous weapon from her palm, and then with a slight movement turned Margaret over, this time being on top and raising one of her throwing knives over Milson. It seemed that now everything froze - Margaret's chest was somehow incorrectly smoothly lifted, but only pleasant, alluring notes of horror were read in her eyes. In them, darkened, concealing a hundred incomprehensible feelings and emotions, praying for salvation, but at the same time thirsting for death, one could recognize the true soul of the traitor.

Damn it, how I hate you. ”After running her thumb over Margaret’s plump lips, Isabella sank into them - arrogantly, boldly, even somehow rudely, as deeply as possible - as if all Isabella's vital energy depended on this kiss. But maybe it was? However, oddly enough, Margaret, practically without resisting, responded to this strange, but at the same time predictable action, even trying to grab Hogarth with trembling hands.

Do you think it's that simple? Isabella pulled away from the girl, but was still at an obscenely close distance. Now Hogarth desperately needed a sequel - she had waited too long and wanted. To take revenge for everything, to take revenge on your own doll, to use it, to bring it to the last groan.

But, after all ... - Margaret was afraid to even flinch when Hogarth confidently tore off her belt, and then skillfully tied Margaret's hands with them, thereby chaining them to a nearby stone, depriving the brunette of the opportunity to move. - We are broadcasting all over Panem.

For the whole? - Isabella's eyes lit up, and the girl got up, scrolling around her, and then laughed. - For all, his mother, Panem! How fucking awesome ... - laughter, free, crazy, mixed with incoherent speech, but at the same time simple and real, interrupted attempts at intelligible words, forcing Isabella to choke in her own thoughts: - Yes, it all went! How went you and everyone who is watching us! Damn whores, traitors - who the fuck would have thought it would be like this? I AM? You? These onlookers? I don't care ... I don't care about anything now! Let them see! They'll love it - won't they? They always like everything, absolutely everything! The way people are killed, the way they are burned alive - so why not burn us all? And to them, to all of them! I hate everyone, I hate ... and myself too.

Casting a burning glance at Margaret, Izzy ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath, throwing her head back. Something changed in an instant, so incomprehensible and frightening, but unbearably pleasant. She remembered everything, forgot a lot. Let go, found, lost. All at once - pacification, unnecessary and unnecessary now. A little more - she will be free. All the same, what will happen to Alan - death is also salvation. For both of them.

Plain children's games.

You don't want to wait, do you? - squeezing Margot's chest with all her might, from which the latter involuntarily squeezed and sighed a little, Hogarth sharply ran a knife along the shirt on a heated body, and then tore off the victim's clothes. The naked body - close and disgusting at the same time, attracted with its frank whiteness, correctness ... false ideality. - You want it - I can see from you. Don't resist the urge, bitch.

Continuing to grin, Isabella kissed again the disgustingly trying to resist Margaret, at the same time leading along the abdomen with an ice blade, and then suddenly stopped and, with a slight pressure, began to leave a trail of blood, to which Milson trembled even more, holding back a cry.

Please, don't, ”the girl whispered breathlessly as Isabella pulled off her tight pants from the brunette,“ it's not you ...

Believe me, now - I, - covering the legs of the rival with kisses, Isabella bit, pulled the snowy skin, enjoying the restrained moans caused by the changeable feelings. But it was not enough for her, too little.

Grabbing the blade, Isabella, this time deeper and harder, ran the point along the leg, but immediately licked the blood that appeared with her tongue, haughtily biting her lip. Bitter, disgusting - just like the essence of this whore, which now continued in vain attempts to escape and hold back her screams. But it was stupid to stop - Hogarth continued to move her tongue up until she reached the crotch.

Absolutely wet - the body knew what the hostess wanted.

Touching the tip of her tongue to the excited clitoris and starting to suck it lightly, Hogarth looked at Margot - she immediately moaned, instinctively leaning forward. Completely red, but captivated by her own desire, already destroyed - Margot hoped to have fun. A naive fool.

Having played a little with her tongue, so as to further relax Margaret, Isabelle, without ceremony, inserted two fingers at once into the excited girl, tearing herself away from the crotch and biting the knife handle with her teeth. Margaret arched again and screamed something incomprehensible, and Hogarth only grabbed her rival by the neck, beating her last pulse, continuing to push Milson onto her fingers, pressing the clitoris with the base of her palm. Slowing down the pace, deeper, stronger, admiring the moans of her friend, at the same time mocking her - Hogarth dreamed of this moment.

Having practically brought the brunette to the extreme point, Hogarth stopped, sticking her fingers out of the flaming and wildly flowing, trembling girl:

Now lick it, '' the tribute whispered languidly, bringing her hand to Margaret's face. She surprisingly obediently absorbed her fingers into her mouth, too gently, gently sucking them, studying each phalanx with a rough tongue. Humility. - Good girl, - removing her fingers from her mouth, Izzy once again, much more slowly passed the blade along the rounded chest, literally enjoying the heartbreaking cry. The wound instantly filled with blood - much more than before. The white skin gradually acquired a scarlet hue, bewitching with its appearance.

Die, ”threw back her head, Margaret cried out as Isabella ran her hand between the girl’s legs, clutching her clitoris with her fingers,“ just ... die already ...

I will not die. For now, ”she dug her nails into a standing nipple and pulled it back, immediately pressing the blade into the heated flesh. Relaxed, but aching with pain, belonging only to Isabella, praying for death, dreaming of stopping the torture - Margot wriggled with every thrust, every pleasure not achieved. More, much more was needed - but Milson was not worthy of it. And it will never be.

I hate you.

And I love you. ”Laughing, Isabella swung. Again. Only now it is much stronger, more purposeful, driving the knife to the very hilt, at the same time kissing the dying Margaret. Otherwise, softly, warmly, slightly touching her lips with her, already bloody and charming with death.

Cannon blow.

Like thunder, bringing to life, but at the same time capturing the remnants of the mind.

A few minutes of complete silence, and then a scream. Plea, forgiveness - all in one. Disruption crossed over no return. Isabella screamed, burying her fingers in her tousled hair, screaming, ripping off her throat, screaming, reveling in her own pain. She no longer understood anything - everything was mixed into a single bloody, languishing mess, impossible for life. Corpses, teenagers who will never grow up, revolutions, ordinary children who have forgotten how to exist. And is it all worth it?