This is not what Bobas expected in his darkest dreams. After he did quite a few black work for the manager - Bobas already thought that he would live to live to a peaceful and stout Brussels retirement – distant from this shit. Bobas buying with his wife at the Royal Gallery of Saint Hubert smiled at the reminiscence of the words of Krawiec to Gras about the crap that Bobas late left, sewing a nest in the elegant territory of Brussels:
“But you are going into a completely different orbit, separating yourself from all this, from this crap, towards..., you are a large bear! You separate yourself from this folklore, from this shit" - said February 8, 2014 Tailor to the then government spokesman. Unfortunately... Bobas forgot that the words of the Tailor afraid the separation of the manager from this crap – not the separation of the Euro MP Bobas from the platform's extended arm - alternatively than Angela's...
And so Bobas in unconsciousness, making a smirk at the mouth buying in the elegant Brussels buying mall and looking at the smiling wife full understood the manager's prophecy about “Smiling Poland”. Smiled? Ba! – spread like this 1 on the cruise ship...
Carrying tasteful bags with the contents of fancy clothes and shoes, Bobas and his wife headed for the elevator. While waiting for her, they spotted a small boy who ran up to them and hitting Bobas like in a "berry" shouted: "Bye, bye baby"! Before Bobas knew it – the small 1 as he appeared, so abruptly disappeared among the crowds, crashing through the gallery...
Bobas looked at his wife, whose grin disappeared from her face and standing with these groceries in front of the elevator, looked like a helpless Bedouin in the desert.
Returning by car to their new-earned nest for Europeans' money – they spoke small to each other, having a young man from the Royal Gallery of Saint Hubert and his cry: “Bye, bye baby!”. So erstwhile they found a fresh home, Bobas immediately grabbed the telephone and called his assistant, Dark:
- I'm sorry. What's up, Darek? Bobas started calmly...
- I'm sorry. I was just about to call you, Mr. Euro MP...
- I'm sorry. What happened? – with a slight reverberation he asked Bobas.
- I'm sorry. Well, I was just watching on TVP the last episode of "The Emergency Staff"...
- I'm sorry. And what's fresh from the manager? – asked Bobas, trying to suppress the increasing reverberation.
- I'm sorry. He said...I mean, the manager said today... - the asshole assistant...
- I'm sorry. Talk to me, or I'll be damned! – He shouted Bobas so loudly that the wife came from the surviving area in the under-buttoned blouse she was measuring in front of the mirror...
- I'm sorry. In this episode of the Crisis Staff, the manager said that he appointed you as the typical of the government for recovery after the flood! – The assistant answered at the velocity of the machine...
- Jesus Mary!!! Jesus Mary!!! – Bobas howled so that his wife covered his mouth with her hand and reproved Bobas, she cried:
- I'm sorry. Don't say that due to the fact that if individual heard that, in the Euro-Parliament they would qualify you for Hungarian fascists!!! .........What happened?? – She asked after a while, revealing her mouth to Bobas...
- I'm sorry. What happened? What happened? – Bobas mockingly responded to his wife like an echo, that is, with an unquenchable reverberation. Then he added to the silence:
- I'm sorry. Pack your bags, Grandpa! And erstwhile the broken dog fell into the chair...
Unfortunately, rumors of recalling Bobas from Brussels – that was no reverberation. This is the biggest casualty of the large flood...
Captain Nemo
