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Writer's pictureMeggi Bogle

Imitators

Updated: Dec 14, 2023




Oh, how the consortium "Sistema" Alpha "from Solntsevo does not like that I write various publications about their employees and KHOLODETS SHARIT SERVICE.

It has long been noticed - as soon as I write something like that - about jellied meat, or how they robbed me once again or beat me up there, crap from all sides - so right on the very next day on the entire entrance of the peretyag (*big poster)- DEBTORS ON Housing and Utilities and a sign with a nonexistent long opposite the apartment number where I live, or the Federal Tax Service issues a court order the very next day against mom or dad, or some regular boiled pork with its trembling hands climbs into my face, or some jelly from shit pops up with claims "Dogs bark loudly", "Shut up the dogs" and so on.

Your repertoire, #OTMOROZKO, has not changed in 4 years. I'm not a bunch of rough tongues licking your ass. You have full offices of these bastards who are illegible before the origin of money, who for their fucking salaries simply steal my things and kill my dogs. Therefore, until you leave me alone and return everything as it was and wash after yourself all the shit that you have generated in my life and business, you will never agree on anything with me. It is useless to put pressure on me. Threatening is even more useless. The most useless thing is to kill me. I'm not afraid of you. Stop bullying me and harassing my family. My business is worthless without me. And for that, to become an independent child, many more actions have to be done, and a lot of hard labor shall be invested in him. Soak me - get 0. Will you put a feather under my rib? Fuck what you get at the exit. Two dogs and my family for maintenance. Nominal shares in companies? Without me, the net assets will be 0. All provisions in case of an unfriendly transfer of control have long worked, notarized, and all my companies have virtually lost the rights to all the assets that you have been chasing for all 4 years. And my demands on you, MI FTS No. 46 in Moscow, and on our freshly baked Prime Minister Mishustin have grown exponentially - and now the assets of the business (and not the legal entities that you are trying to spin-off) have doubled.

You don't understand, no? Hire an accountant, not a jelly with jelly instead of brains, which does not know the accounting of financial investments, calculations, and PBU for intangible assets and fixes. You sent this fool to me to calculate how much leftism to generate for you to squeeze out the company? Was this what she was looking for? Did the due diligence "rummage services" do? She scribbled my documents and looked at what I have. And I accidentally did not notice 56 thick folders with documentation on financial investments, deferred income, claims calculations, intangible assets, and shares in companies lying right in front of her bastard nose. In 370 legal entities, ferstein? I thought my eyesight was bad, but it looks like this sheep not only fucks in the ass but also looks with its ass. Because it is not enough to see documents, you have to be able to read them. And you can't read it with glasses. Obviously. Ramazanova was poking around in my papers, but presumably, she has read only the cap through her rectum. Or maybe through a line. Or maybe there in Kirov, in the Golden Horde, she stopped understanding Russian completely. This daft cow told you: "she has nothing on the balance sheet," "only projects for one dollar," so you were delighted. That the nominal share is enough. You are stupid motherfuckers. What dumbass you are, my God. You do not know the accounting nor the law, and you also hired brainless pork jellies for work. Is it more profitable to continue planting the loot? Or will you have a reversal in your brain, and you decide to start making money? Finally to make a normal business, to hire smart people, to put in order the whole zoo that you have squeezed and consolidated for 30 years since the beginning of the 90s?

Get off my family and don’t fucking look to see if the Bananamama rights have rolled under my father’s or my mother’s bed. I will not expose my family, and I will have enough strength to take the blow. Kill me - you will lose much more from this. Until you come to reach an agreement with me - politely, incredibly polite, and fix it yourself, without distracting me from incredibly important matters and work, everything that you have cut in my life - the assets in the company will not come back. As well as I. At the moment, I no longer know what you have to do to discuss any deals with me.

Because I do not want to negotiate with you anymore, I am disgusted with both you and your "pizdabol" (*tab. slang, syn. gas-bag) intermediaries whom you send me. But this pork jelly bitch with carrot lipstick just killed me. As long as this fat-swollen cunt works for you, I will not conduct any negotiations with you. Even if my life depends on it, and tomorrow I will starve to death because you have closed all cash flows to me. While the jellied meat is working for you, do not even think that you will agree on something with me. I don’t want to do business with you. You are incapable of business in principle. Perhaps you are just so used to showing attention and wanted to entertain me a little? Holy shit, thanks, I already had a great laugh. Now fuck you clowns. You are just three fucking Pennywises.



You have so abundantly defecated from all the cracks with shit in all areas of my life that we cannot have any cooperation until you fix and clean everything yourself. You have enough assholes-idlers who, for the same money for which you created problems for me and for their fucking salary, can make another circle and clean up all crap that you created for me without my participation. Exactly as they appeared - your fake court decisions on "contracts" that have never been concluded with me and to which I have never been a party, court decisions on bringing the unknown Raevskaya-Repnina to responsibility for violating a non-existent article of the Administrative Offenses Code of the Russian Federation with fines of 4927 rubles, etc.

You must return my car, shares in my companies, and apologize to me and my family. Apologizing means not only to stop continuing to shit on my head and of my family members with your shit in the form of left-hand workflows and fake court orders that are pouring down on my family as if from a cornucopia. You also control the judiciary - fuck you. So clean up your shit yourself.

"To apologize" means to pay for all 4 years of the performance that you gave here in front of me.

And if you think that I should silently, without telling anyone about your fucking exploits that stsuko (*taboo, slang, "bitch") continue every day (starting with the KHOLODETS with her painted face, with carrot fondant on her naturally blue-purple lips, according to her natural Kazakhstan origin) arm with a rag and a shovel and three more years to appeal against all leftism (*slang, fake documents) and falsified executive orders, and fake court orders, to finally return what you fucked me up in 4 years, so that your poor companies would start placing orders for me and buying something from me, and return the money to me on claims - then you are very much mistaken. I don't want to work with any of you or any of your businesses. Each of them stole money from my cards, fed me rotten or expired food to severe poisoning, spoiled my appearance and health, spoiled or stole my things, and did a lot of nasty things and shit to me, for none of which I did not pay compensation, and did not even apologize.

For four fucking years, I personally, so to speak, studied everything that you have created, fucking Atlanteans of whore Russian business. It was necessary to be so puffed up to produce such many miscarriages of intellectual activity. Thought, #OTMOROZKO, is an orgasm of the brain. Some people have to imitate that. And I hate fakes and bullshit. I am not interested in you, and it is disgusting and unpleasant for me to communicate with your not very smart employees.

You are nobody in this state. Imitators. The fact that you hold power and control the activities of law enforcement agencies does not make you someone. You have no right to this power. The fact that it is now in your hands does not mean that you own it by law. You know neither business, nor the population, nor how people generally live. And you do not know how to manage. Even your shops, I don't even talk about how to manage a state. Wouldn't you fuck with it at all? Who are you to me to do business with you? I don't fucking need you.

I have deliberately not done any publications anywhere since November 2019, counting on your decency. That the lads are responsible for the bazaar (*criminal slang, execute promises that given). But you are not lads, but bullshit. Who does not have the slightest idea of ​​honor and dignity just as men, not to mention that what you are doing is just trash even for a criminal environment? You scum, have not stopped shitting on me and spoil my life and squeeze out my business. On the contrary, you were delighted, sent me a COLD, actually signed that "thank you that now you don't tell anyone anything at all, and we can continue to rob you and your family quite quietly."

That is, since November 2019, you continued to screw up my property and shares in companies, and when I wrote about it on Facebook or a blog, you started harassing me. They came up with "debts" for housing and communal services to my mother and my father, and so on. They killed another dog of mine. Before that, they climbed into the house, spoiled things, stole the car, in short, they came off in full. You fucked up, Monster Stock Finance Corporation.

As you were a thief, you stayed with them. Just do not steal with concepts, but rats. And your business is the same wretched thieves. Rat in your pockets. Explaining for the last time, because you fucked up. My dogs very much interfere with those who rummage through my things and documents in my absence. And he climbs into the house, then into the car, then into my bags, then into my personal belongings. To prevent the dogs from barking, since you have such a thief's sensitive ear, take your hands out of my wallet and out of my pockets. And stop teasing my dogs.

It doesn't give me the slightest pleasure in picking your shit, much less writing about it. In general, I hate to write in Russian, and for the last nine months, I practically do not speak Russian. Not because I make prototypes, and they are in English. You constantly tear me away from this work with the problems you continuously create for me. Thanks to you freaks, I don't want to do anything else for this country. And I don’t write in Russian and, in general, I don’t see myself as a citizen of Russia in the next few years. As I understand, you will finish the process of permanent robbery and complete your grand theft of my things now - wonderful. From this moment on, nothing will bind me with the state of the Russian Federation, I will repeat the fate of my family and simply renounce the citizenship of your non-existent country. You do not deserve anything that I do and create with my labor. None of you, and all the stupid pork jellies that you send me and your ass-employees, thieves who constantly steal from me and rat money, so that God forbid they would not appear from me, and this would prevent you from siphoning off shares in all companies. And because you continue to fill up all areas of my life with your feces, with your leftism in the courts and the FSSP, I have to write in Russian a bunch of different paperbacks, complaints, and also show it on the Internet so that the story does not disappear quietly.

I am incredibly annoyed by the need to write about your "exploits" - like a gang of imbeciles - idiots who, except how to pinch wallets in their pockets, have learned nothing in their life, have plucked companies with the same approach, and now plays in corporate and state governance. I don't want to dig into the fucking thing you made. I want to do my unicorn terrarium and do it entirely voluntarily and in a comfortable environment. Mikhailov, Fridman, and Yevtushenkov.

You shut up your soldiers in short and don't give a dick to my dogs. They will certainly be much more intelligent than your KHOLODETS. And it's the right time for you to disinfect your financial corporation of monsters. Sanitation. From children's socks.









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