Suicide, foul play – heh – it comes to the same thing. They drove you to it, took you out of the game, heh-heh; took you out because you played it too well, the way you taught me! – heh-heh-heh, and I was in it, until…
Yeah, that was pretty recent… heh… heh… but, but… I left the Kyiv Poster on my own terms! Yeah, that’s right. I wasn’t fired! No… no!
Yeah, on my own terms – YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! Because just like you said, ‘You lose once, you lose for life.’ And that can’t be – it’s impossible… IMPOSSIBLE!!!
Heh-heh-heh.
Make sure you control every situation, you said. Don’t be afraid to manipulate everything and everyone around you, ALWAYS to your advantage, so that you ALWAYS win, even if it means ruining someone else’s life and career, or getting them to exit this world for good, because, you said, ‘Fuck ‘em! Who’s more important than you?’
You have to be ruthless, you said, with no pangs of conscience or remorse, and you were happy to hear – I remember you going, ‘khe-khe-khe-khe-khe,’ over the phone when I told you – that I was having no problems developing those parts of my character, which had strong tendencies in that direction anyway.
And you have to keep track of all your lies, you said, because if you forget just one, or tell it a different way the second time around, changing even a minor detail, the entire edifice that you’ve built based on those lies will come crashing down. Therefore, lying well isn’t good enough. The lying has to be perfect. Lesson learned – heh.
And now he’s dead, heh, heh; Oligarch B is dead, dead…!!! Heh-heh-heh… Aaaaa-aaa-aaa-aaahh…!!! – oh, I had so much to learn from you, so much!!! – heh-heh-heh – and how you’d never lose! Heh, heh; that was incredible, amazing, heh-heh-heh, and now you’re dead!
Dead, dead!!! In the grave!!! Yeah, heh.
Now you’re gone, majestic man, oh, my father-like master, and I throw myself upon your hate-heaped mound, heh, and burrow toward your misconstrued remains, my eyes caressing your eyes, your mouth by my mouth pressed, that from your decomposing and fetid pile I might still suck the essence of your obsessive power and manipulation. Oh, gone, gone forever… heh-heh-heh… and I, The Ferret, unemployed here in Kyiv, am left without your light to show me the way.
Oh, shall I weep for Oligarch B, for he is dead – dead, I say – heh.
Heh-heh.
Filed by Jack Step, March 30, 2013