The Empire of Reimia (3)

"I hope he wins the real election," thought Lattro, continuing on his way. Among the working class, where he grew up, there was always a prejudice against the nobility. They were called names, accused of arrogance, cruelty, and greed, and they discussed, as he hoped was not serious, while smoking a cigarette behind the pigsty, how great it would be to one day break into someone's mansion with pitchforks and torches, destroy everything, and set it on fire. Lattro himself had never met an aristocrat before, and therefore he was glad that he was at least lucky enough to have one noble classmate. He believed that the root of all these conversations was simply the envy of the common people towards those whose ancestors had put more effort and work into elevating their family in their time, and less into drinking vodka in a tavern. Although most of his acquaintances and neighbors in the village were pleasant and friendly people, some of them clearly showed malice and dislike when it came to such things.
"I think that over time, the situation will change for the better, when the old people retire and their place is taken by educated young people with great potential," he concluded his chain of thought, which improved his mood for the rest of the day.