Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Yashchur wishes me ill... but I'm just a hard worker from a factory... I come home to have a beer and watch TV, and I only go outside for parades or to take a walk on weekends in the summer... my work keeps the country going... you're pressing buttons on your keyboard thanks to my work... you go to university and walk on relatively clean streets thanks to me... in case of an emergency, an ambulance will arrive, and I will be the one to get out of it and won't ask how you feel about "the common folk"... if it weren't for me, you would be poking stones with a stick, wiping snot on your face... why do you hate me?...