Goran Veselov with a flat cap and beard paced back and forth on the stage while looking at the gathered crowd within the town hall in Pavlovo. The meetings of the Neo-Bolsheviks were becoming popular, he thought.
“Friends, dare I say it: Comrades!” He stared at the ceiling and smiled. “I am heartened to see you all here tonight.
A roar echoed around the room.
“I know...” he said holding up his hands. “I know you're fed up, like all the others I meet around the country, with the rich and their easy lives as you toil away.”
He looked down and then raised his head. “Brothers and sisters, it's time to ditch these nouveau rich-the modern aristocracy-and regain what is rightfully ours.”
A loud cheer and clapping erupted.
“The days of subservience are over. We will rise up and take back our country.”
More cheering and applause spread around the crowd.
“I will be in touch comrades!” shouted Veselov as he left the stage and strolled through the crowd shaking hands and slapping backs.
“The new revolution... it will happen?” an old man asked Veselov.
“Oh yes,” said Veselov as he shook his hand.
Sitting in the Neo-Bolshevik coach Goran Vesolov stared out at the passing dark countryside, and the reflection of Thomson stared back at him. His plan to get into the hearts and minds of the ordinary Russian people was doing well. He had realised the best way to take Russia was not to face a large mainly Christian army funded by billionaires, but to break up the army at grass roots. The growing resentment for the rich was perfect for cultivation.
The coach pulled into Dzerzhinsk and Veselov took to the stage of a city hall at the allotted time aided and guarded by his entourage. He gazed around the crowd and was shaken to his core by a figure sitting in the second row.
“Well, well comrade,” said the dark as Veselov made his way to the coach after the meeting.
“de Longford, so nice to see you as ever,” said Thomson as David appeared in front of him.
“You drumming up support for your sad army in Russia?”
“Listen here, we have a common enemy!” Thomson said waving away his approaching guards.
“The reptilians? I thought they were on the human side.”
“Come on de Longford, I didn't think even you were that gullible? They want rid of us because we've exposed them and they want to carry on ruling the Earth!”
Thomson then turned and entered the waiting coach.
Baumann turned to Thomson as he sat next to him on the coach. “What was he wanting?”
“Oh, just the usual... to carry on our cosmic feud!”
“So, he let you on the bus?”
“I convinced him of our common enemy, but I didn’t say anything about wiping out his lot after we take care of the Aliens.”
Both men laughed as the coach pulled out of the car park bound for Moscow.
After a while Bauman ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Okay so, we've just about captured Russia. What do we do next?”
“Next, we raise hell in Moscow!”
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