Ever since the sovereignists retreated to the forest, news from the Supreme Headquarters is heard less and less. Between protocol receptions for ambassadors and children's delegations, the Commander-in-Chief hardly makes any announcements. He does not visit doctors and construction sites, nor does he care about businessmen and honest householders. Even his comrades-in-arms, soaked after the August refresher, began to lose their image after they had lost their tone a long time ago. Although the Prime Minister and some ministers visit fans in a farewell mini-tour, the Government Tweeter is no longer chirping like it used to. With no sweet promises of development projects, it went silent like the account of online lovers caught in a scam. Post-election chills run through the state administration, while the winning forces measure the ministries.
Hidden in hundred-year-old forests, which until yesterday they had ceded to concessionaires, the sovereignists are analyzing the causes of the August calamity. The hardened infantry waits for headquarters to speak, but the commander-in-chief's phone is set to silent. He does not report to Alexander the Comforter and avoids the ambassadors who are already receiving bouquets from the liberators and sharing pictures together. There are no more friendly criticisms of Western partners because they are treating a captured state with theocracy. No one asks regional comrades anymore to write letters that should clear Dritan's head from the smell of incense. They are not even looking for fifth columnists because of which sovereignists and minorities gather in the forests instead of in the government. Unusually for the post-election time of the year, the supreme headquarters is planning a January gathering of troops and an offensive against lost towns and villages.
The offensive could be led by a rejuvenated staff and some exhausted commissioners ready for another onslaught. The rest get illegal or early retirement. Descending among the people, without comforting armchairs in the management boards or at least an official vehicle. To wait for their names to appear on the diagrams, from which Svetozar had to go to Belgrade for treatment, and Filip to honorary presidents. And potential illegals are all those who can no longer bring a safe vote even from their immediate family. All those weary first-timers who managed to survive the march from the war for peace to the sovereignist, but their knees bowed before the mantles.
Before the January line-up in the supreme headquarters, the immunity of comrades and godfathers sick from the decade-long addiction of dipping their hands into the state coffers will be assessed. The political strength of party commissars and referendum heroes hooked on tenders and private-public partnerships will be measured. The healthier tissue will be returned to the fighters, and the more malignant tissue will be sent to the prosecutor's office for treatment. Later, those who, without consulting the headquarters, want to treat addiction with the "witness-collaborator" method, will also send Katnić to the truth. The Cetinje Tajnovidac will put them in the negotiation chapters, pressed like rare plants in a herbarium. That the foreign partners will find them there when they open the 23rd and 24th chapters. Until they put big fish in their nets, the prosecutors will spar with the police according to the media. That they should be recommended to the liberators and European friends.
But only a naive person believes that the sovereignists have surrendered, even though ministerial tweets are no longer heard from the forest and the godfathers are preparing for prosecutorial treatment. Although tired of destroying papers and chasing away ambassadors, the prime minister ministers have not yet laid down their arms. Only in accordance with the directives of the headquarters are they preparing for wintering. Because after the election offensives in which the opponents' parties were torn apart and weapons were searched in the lakes, it was time for guerilla warfare. A time that only those with a strong stomach are looking for. Time for mayor-commissioners to write new party programs. Young deputies-bombers ready to, with the commander's name on their lips, send announcements to enemy strongholds. Difficult times are also looking for old lions who are quietly leaving the Government for the cities where the tycoons-believers are preparing the March offensive. A post-apocalyptic age that requires masters in hiding correspondence and tripping up new ministers. Heroes who guard the cabinets while ministerial fugitives retreat before the experts.
In the new times, the supreme headquarters will no longer have mercy on scumbags addicted to milk and salty pancakes. Only loyal soldiers will survive, ready to undergo accelerated training for members of the administrative resistance movement. Clerks who will defend counters and positions in the office in depth, hard-earned this summer by the votes of the extended family. They will not raise uprisings against the new government, although their sovereignist heart will still beat under the suits bought in installments. As in any resistance movement, they will nod their heads in front of god-obsessed ministers while behind their backs they are preparing sabotage actions. A new time will live in which the last line of defense of the sovereignists are archivists and secretaries who do not care about the sacred. Chats from overcrowded offices ready to send confidential documents to their colleagues, while their new colleagues exchange recipes and retell series. Nameless heroes who will not betray their comrades even when disciplinary commissions wave their dismissals. Mortals ready to sacrifice official careers so that some Prle and Tihi of the state administration could bring unrest among the victors blinded by quarrels over the spoils of war.
And when the liberators officially raise the victory flag on the left bank of the Morača, yesterday's ministers, directors and general secretaries will go to the forest or to the parliament. That the new party programs and strategies of the all-knowing commander are waiting there. Some will delay their retirement or prosecution with media calls to the eldest son to lead the sovereignists to new victories. Others will retreat quietly, aware that the time of victory is long gone. The commander will understand this when he sets up the supreme staff in the new composition in January. Only he won't admit it to anyone before 2023, when he himself retires.
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