Bogdanov Dumps Wojakโs Christmas
It was a cold December evening in Paris, the kind that made the Seine shimmer like silver beneath the streetlights. Wojak sat alone in his tiny apartment, staring at the screen of his old computer. The pixels of his stock portfolio bled redโhis Christmas was ruined.
โZut alorsโฆโ Wojak muttered, clutching his head. โI put everything into itโฆ le pump! They said it was guaranteed!โ
The cheap string lights around his desk flickered as a Skype call rang through. The number was untraceable, the kind that only belonged to the shadows of the financial elite. His trembling hand clicked โAnswer.โ
On screen, the twin faces of the Bogdanov brothers materialized. Their sharp, otherworldly cheekbones cast unnatural shadows across their grins. They leaned in close, their piercing blue eyes reflecting infinite knowledgeโand infinite power.
โAh, mon pauvre Wojak,โ Igor Bogdanov purred, his voice thick with a French aristocratic accent. โYou really believedโฆ zat you could win?โ
Grichka chuckled, adjusting his silk cravat. โZis is not a game, Wojak. Zis is le marchรฉโand we own it.โ
Wojakโs lip trembled. โB-butโฆ I was supposed to make it this time. I was going to buy gifts, pay rent, maybe evenโฆ afford une baguette avec le brie!โ
Igor smirked, producing a single golden Bitcoin from his pocket, rolling it across his knuckles with effortless precision. โGifts? Hah! Zis is capitalism, Wojak. You were given hopeโฆ but hope is for les pauvres.โ
โDump it,โ Grichka said with a snap of his fingers.
The sound of algorithmic trading filled the airโmillions of automated sell orders executed in an instant. Wojakโs screen flashed violentlyโhis investments, his dreams, his Christmasโobliterated in a split second.
He fell to his knees, a silent scream escaping his lips. โNoโฆ nonโฆ!โ
Igor exhaled, adjusting his diamond-encrusted cufflinks. โBonne nuit, Wojak,โ he whispered. โJoyeux Noรซlโฆโ
And with that, the call ended. The Bogdanovs faded into the digital abyss, leaving only the cold, lifeless glow of Wojakโs screenโhis balance now zรฉro.
Outside, the city twinkled with festive lights, as if mocking him.
Christmas was dumped.