How can one become a politician without any political experience? Excerpts from the book “Lotto”.

Poghos’s fortune descended from his forehead, crept below his waist, reached between his legs, and hit the sides of the bed so that Poghos screamed in such an unnatural sound as he had never uttered before. The sound came from the sides of the shed, rising through the lungs and throat and continuously spilling out. Water was pouring from Aghun's eyes and thunder came from Poghos’s mouth. But Aghun's waters gradually dried up, and the attention was focused on Poghos’s howling, which did not stop. Poghos’s mouth remained open as if never to close, and the knife in his hand was clenched tighter. Aghun's eyes dried up, and she took the phone to call an ambulance.

Anna packed her things and ran to the court with photographer Luto. There were 3-4 people in the hall. The only hope for a suffered but at the same time a dignified family was accused of the most heinous crime. Тhe great family survived the massacres not for being disgraced by him. The sisters and their families were not interested in the possibility that Harutyun might be innocent, that he might not commit any crime, the stigma of a rapist was attached to their family and that’s it. The only way out was to forget Harutyun. There was no such a child in their family. Only the youngest aunt and a couple of student friends had secretly come to the beloved cousin's court.

Harutyun, who had just entered the prison, was surrounded by the old inhabitants of that place and was cross-examined to find out in which caste the newcomer would be in their system.

The accusation pointed him to be in the lowest caste, but the criminal world also had to find out if he had committed the heinous crime. The “zone watcher”, Annan, watched the examination silently. The fresh “Nairyan Times” newspaper was in his hands with Anna Arabyan's article on the first page, and a piece of paper was in his pocket, a letter from the outside, which told about who Harutyun was and what kind of life he lived.

All the talk that our life is a game of chess is exaggerated, Poghos. Life in Nairyan country and society is more like checkers. Everyone strives to achieve something. It doesn't matter how they get to their destination; the easiest way is to run over someone or several people along the way. You must be careful not to be out suddenly. If you don't pass over them, they do so with you, or they take you out of the game. That's why I initiated the “National Lottery”.