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watertankRussian original by Maxim Kononenko
http://vladimir.vladimirovich.ru
One day Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin was sitting in his Kremlin office and reading a PACE resolution "The circumstances surrounding the arrest and prosecution of leading Yukos executives."
"According to the report by Mrs. Leutheusser-Schwartze... Schtarre... Schnarre... man, what a name... Schnarrenberger," read Vladimir Vladimirovich, "PACE requests the executive authorities of the Russian Federation to guarantee the full independence of the judicial proceedings against leading Yukos executives from any attempt to influence them and to take measures to stop any such attempt."
Vladimir Vladimirovich sighed, put the paper aside, picked up the phone, and dialed Vladimir Vasilievich Ustinov, Prosecutor General.
"Listen, Brotha," said Vladimir Vladimirovich, "you know, don’t press Mikey that hard. Just don't, ok?"
"Ok, I won’t," promised Vladimir Vasilievich. "What happened?"
"Well, they asked me to," replied Vladimir Vladimirovich, "to stop it."
Vladimir Vladimirovich hung up, picked up the resolution from the table, tore it in two, and threw the pieces into a paunchy platinum paper bin with gold double-headed eagles on the sides. Then he pulled closer his daily planner, found the "Pace resolution – take actions" line, put a checkmark next to it, and, satisfied, leaned back into his chair.
So, what do we have next? murmured Vladimir Vladimirovich, and picked up another paper.
http://vladimir.vladimirovich.ru
One day Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin was sitting in his Kremlin office and reading a PACE resolution "The circumstances surrounding the arrest and prosecution of leading Yukos executives."
"According to the report by Mrs. Leutheusser-Schwartze... Schtarre... Schnarre... man, what a name... Schnarrenberger," read Vladimir Vladimirovich, "PACE requests the executive authorities of the Russian Federation to guarantee the full independence of the judicial proceedings against leading Yukos executives from any attempt to influence them and to take measures to stop any such attempt."
Vladimir Vladimirovich sighed, put the paper aside, picked up the phone, and dialed Vladimir Vasilievich Ustinov, Prosecutor General.
"Listen, Brotha," said Vladimir Vladimirovich, "you know, don’t press Mikey that hard. Just don't, ok?"
"Ok, I won’t," promised Vladimir Vasilievich. "What happened?"
"Well, they asked me to," replied Vladimir Vladimirovich, "to stop it."
Vladimir Vladimirovich hung up, picked up the resolution from the table, tore it in two, and threw the pieces into a paunchy platinum paper bin with gold double-headed eagles on the sides. Then he pulled closer his daily planner, found the "Pace resolution – take actions" line, put a checkmark next to it, and, satisfied, leaned back into his chair.
So, what do we have next? murmured Vladimir Vladimirovich, and picked up another paper.
