Entry #3908.XII.2024
I was walking through Moscow tangentially near the Patriarch Ponds, except the architecture of it was fully Madridean and it had lots of open air restaurants.
I approached one, sat at a table across an old man which i somehow knew to be a tram driver and asked him - hinting at Master and Margarita again - "you must live here for a long time, have you ever seen anything supernatural?" and he's like "you know what, i had" and i asked what and i don't remember his answer but it was completely unrelated to Master and Margaret (while i expected him to yap about a huge talking cat).
Next scene sees me on a tram with this guy in the driver seat. We were going around a monastery which looked old and in great disrepair but was also surrounded by a thick concrete wall with barbed wire on top. i was thinking about how fun it would be if someone put an antigovernment broadsheet on that monastery since then the government would be angry at the monastery and level it to the ground.
Next scene explored this scenario for a bit. I was watching Putin loudly arguing with one of his minions about how this broadsheet-hanging happened, and especially about where have the perpetrator found the material from which the broadsheet was made. And every time they came to a definitive conclusion, I changed the starting conditions of the puzzle.
The broadsheet was first said to be printed and they decided to search for a printing business that could've done it - nope, I made it so it was painted atop of fabric. The fabric was obviously cut from a russian flag, let's query who was buying large quantities of those? Nope, it was now cut from T-shirts. In the end i mislead them so much that the fabric already was said to be black, but Putin still believed firmly that the initial T-shirts were white. He rudely shuts his minion up (who tried to disagree with their whiteness) and commands to capture a completely random boy who i then saw the vision of: he sat near a laptop clothed in a greyish-blue hoodie and jeans. The boy is captured and delivered to interrogation, the place of it being a wooden tower.
This tower was old and in visibly bad condition and was a part of a larger building with shops on the ground level, which was said to be in Kremlin but all he views from it showed my parents' home region and the building with shops also somewhat matched one near the metro there. The tower itself had four levels, the top one being an octagonal rotunda-panopticon with glass windows to all sides except one, which was a door leading to the roof of the building; this room had no furniture nor connection with levels below. Next scene starts with Putin, about five or six minions of his and this boy being in this room.
Upon seeing the grayish-blue color of the boy's clothing, being neither black nor white, Putin becomes overwhelmingly angry and starts shouting at his minions with an unclear purpose. They are telling him to calm down since the citizens can hear him, he's telling that it's their propblem now how to explain his anger fit in the news. He also wants to kill the boy right here and now.
While everyone is distracted by shouting at each other, two minions, their surnames being Denisov and Konstantinov (i knew that intrinsically) open the door to the roof and allow the boy to escape. I then immediately appear as a character and together with these two we start pushing and rocking and destabilizing the tower. Everyone on the inside group against the opposite wall and scream but they have nowhere to escape. Thenunder our disturbances the rotunda tears apart from the rest of the tower, falls to the ground and collapses, killing everyone on the inside; all that remained of the rotunda were two giant wooden squares which everyone were squished between. We three jump down onto these squares and jump around on them for a while to ensure they're completely dead.
Then roll the news about how the rest of the regime is collapsing. I know somehow that Medvedev was shot dead during being arrested; that the parliament is dismissed and an election to the People's Council is now ongoing - the building which housed the tower now had a large screen on the side displaying the division of candidates to this one between political parties and all these parties' names (there were a lot) were completely new to me. My Marxist friend calls me and is very excited to share the news, which I said I already know due to being in the middle of it all; then i call my other friend and start to retell all that happened to her.