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-More brilliant ideas from Ventorum? - Quazard the Great exclaimed indignantly, then snorted dismissively. -Where were they when WE needed help?! Three nations won't support the entire impoverished region, tell them that. - The aging dictator turned to the window and gazed at the vast industrial city spread out before him for several minutes. The contrast was unpleasant: under the huge Factories, from the towering chimneys of which clouds of black, dirty smoke constantly billowed, were small, half-abandoned shacks, where it was simply impossible for ordinary people to survive. In the distance, a dazzling bright red flash appeared, followed by a sharp roar, distant human cries, and gunfire, which was nothing more than an everyday occurrence in this world of criminals, thieves, and murderers.
-I think, Great Quazard, that the corporations will not approve of your decision. - a quiet, slightly trembling voice sounded behind the dictator. -After all, Quasardastan will suffocate if it cannot trade with anyone, and the industry will soon collapse. The inhabitants don't need anything but weapons, drugs, and alcohol...
-Are you trying to teach ME, you idiot?! - Quazard interrupted him. -As long as I'm in charge, I decide how to act. They think they're corporations, just ordinary criminal groups, nothing more.
The dictator pondered something deeply for a few seconds.
-I remember those times, - Quazard continued after a short silence, - when people from all over the world fled to Quasardastan to find a country without laws, a place where the strongest survives and the weak becomes his slave. They shot at me fourteen times, and twelve bullets hit. And as long as I'm alive, nothing will change here. Now, get out of here.
But seriously, rich countries simply won't want to spend their money, and poorer ones are dictatorships that will never cooperate or trade with anyone. Or am I misunderstanding something?
-I think, Great Quazard, that the corporations will not approve of your decision. - a quiet, slightly trembling voice sounded behind the dictator. -After all, Quasardastan will suffocate if it cannot trade with anyone, and the industry will soon collapse. The inhabitants don't need anything but weapons, drugs, and alcohol...
-Are you trying to teach ME, you idiot?! - Quazard interrupted him. -As long as I'm in charge, I decide how to act. They think they're corporations, just ordinary criminal groups, nothing more.
The dictator pondered something deeply for a few seconds.
-I remember those times, - Quazard continued after a short silence, - when people from all over the world fled to Quasardastan to find a country without laws, a place where the strongest survives and the weak becomes his slave. They shot at me fourteen times, and twelve bullets hit. And as long as I'm alive, nothing will change here. Now, get out of here.
But seriously, rich countries simply won't want to spend their money, and poorer ones are dictatorships that will never cooperate or trade with anyone. Or am I misunderstanding something?
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