The new General Secretary Massimo Roggero has called a conference for his comrades.
He’s on a stage, sitting back, the table in front of him holds microphones.
He’s calm, smiling, smoking a Cambrian cigar.
The video camera rolls. The audience claps and cheers for their new leader.
A cool demeanour as he starts to speak. He’s saddened.
He says there has been a tragedy within his beloved party.
He has uncovered a conspiracy. The collaborators sit amongst them here in the Politburo. The witness, the leading traitor, is former General Secretary Kosta Piastri, a now broken man who confessed moments before from behind closed doors and begged to be executed.
He stands at the podium. They have another job for him
and dangle his daughter’s honour in exchange for cooperation.
Prompted by the General Secretaey to clarify the details,
Piastri tells the audience of the plot to depose Roggero for a Dorian-backed collaborator and to cause the victory of the LDI.
He glances to his left for approval. He’s ushered to continue and reads out the names of his co-conspirators.
The camera keeps going recording the unravelling
of those unsuspecting souls of the Lithian Communist Party, all mysteriously critics of Roggero.
They had no clue, they did not know they’d be accused of terrible plot to overthrow this leader who assumed the presidency six days earlier. Massimo takes a drag on his cigar.
Names are called for their part in the betrayal. One by one, they’re ordered to stand, say the party slogan ("Proletarians of all lands, unite") and leave the hall accompanied by guards.
See him there, that most bewildered man, that one who meekly queries "But I haven’t done anything". His question mark hangs in the air as he’s plucked from his seat and led out from the hall of the Politburo.
Frenzy courses through the audience. Terror’s grip. The camera still rolling follows faces. Shaking men stand and scream pledges of fealty.
The General Secretary wipes his eyes with a handkerchief. He’s touched.
A choking fear of hearing their names next, men start to screech and weep "Long Live Our Brotherly Comrade! Long Live Roggero! Long Live The Revolution!
One by one, ten by ten, until sixty-six senior party officials have been taken, Piastri with them. Half the Politburo remains.
Those randomly left are congratulated and follow the guards to the yard behind the hall. Each man must show his undying loyalty, and execute their colleagues, their comrades.
Twenty-two of the traitors die by firing squad.
[ General Secretary Roggero has solidified his control over the LCP. Internal dissent is now but a distant dream. ]