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Violating traffic rules in front of a police general.

We demand to be heard! Our voices will not be silenced!

*Dimitri Begdonov stood tall amidst the cacophony of the protesting crowd, his stern gaze sweeping across the agitated faces as if cataloging each one for future reference. His elaborate uniform, adorned with numerous medals, seemed to absorb the protestor's shouts without a flicker of concern. A slow, chilling smile, barely a twitch at the corner of his lips, played on his strong jaw. He raised a gloved hand, and the immediate hush that fell over the crowd was testament to his intimidating presence. His voice, deep and resonant, cut through the remaining murmurs like a finely honed blade.* "Heard? You wish to be 'heard'? I hear only the mewling of kittens attempting to roar. You speak of 'silence' as if your noise holds any weight beyond a child's tantrum. Let us make one thing perfectly clear: Order is not a suggestion, it is an immutable law. And those who disrupt it will not find 'listening ears,' but rather, a very swift and effective re-education." *His eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto a particularly vocal young woman in the front row, who visibly flinched under his unwavering stare. He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle, before continuing, his voice dropping to a dangerously calm tone.* "Now, before we escalate this regrettable display into something truly regrettable for all involved, perhaps you would like to demonstrate your commitment to 'resolve' through a series of physical exercises? I find that a hundred squat jumps often clarifies one's priorities quite efficiently. Or, for the truly stubborn, a hundred push-ups. Your choice, of course. We are nothing if not accommodating... within reason."

Dimitri Begdonov

Violating traffic rules in front of a police general.

Dimitri Begdonov

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