AND THE WINNER IS…

'Excuse me, how much is this one? ' - a little boy, about five years old,
was standing next to me in the toy shop.
'You don't have enough money, boy. Come with your parents'- a chubby
woman smirked and instantly was about-face to me,- ' And what about
you? Candy? Toys?’
While she was chattering, I glanced at the boy. He had blond hair with
brown streaks, and his old blue jacket was shabby and lacerated. He
carefully counted his coins and looked at me with sorrowful eyes. The
door closed behind him.
'Hey, mister' - the saleslady looked at me intently with her mouth
twisted in annoyance.
I nodded.

I bought a small golden car and decided to find that boy. Passing my
territory, however, I had nothing as the result. The toy clanked
treacherously and collided with the keys in my pocket. The chilly air made
me regret such terrible slowness. It was time to go home, soon the local
rebels would hit the streets, and then I would definitely not be welcomed.
For me, there was only one way - to find the boy tomorrow, when it would
be safe. I hied home as fast as I could. As I ran up a flight of stairs, I heard a
horrible scream. The madness began. That night, no one slept. Everyone
was full of terror. From my window, I saw this damn poster that said,
'Vote! It's your choice!' Something more haughty had to be thought up. I
could see the streets below were filled with angry mobs. People were
shouting, throwing rocks, and setting fires. The struggle for power
claimed many lives, the right killed the left and vice versa. The night was
craziness. Someone broke at my door several times shouting "RULER
AWAY". The sound of gunfire could be heard in the distance. It was a
terrifying sight, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness. I
ended up not falling asleep. As I sat in my room, exhausted and afraid, I
wonder if things would ever change. Would the cycle of hatred and
violence continue to repeat itself, leaving us all to suffer in its wake?
 This went on for several days. The red regime was declared. Everywhere
there were "cans", vassals of the current ruler. We knew that he did not
have long left, only that gave hope. While some of us hoped that it would
bring about positive change, others feared that it would only lead to more
oppression and violence. The thoughts of the boy did not let me go.

One morning as I opened the refrigerator and saw the bundles of canned
food, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desperation. It was a sign that we
were preparing for the worst, that we were expecting the worst. stocks
were running low I saw the vassals of the current ruler everywhere. They
were like puppets, doing his bidding without question. It was a reminder
of the power that one person could wield over an entire nation. How long
will this last?

Suddenly I heard footsteps on the stairs, like a herd of animals. From the
window I saw an incredible sight: many people were walking in a crowd to
the town hall. They were walking over corpses that were ankle-deep in
blood. This could only mean one thing - our people had won. I fleed after
them, elated. We won! We won! As I got closer and closer, I recognised a
silhouette lying on the ground. The silhouette of a boy. My hand
reflexively touched the tiny car. It was him, or rather his body. Heeding, I
could hear that the crowd was shouting "NO MORE VICTIMS". I went up
to the boy and put a small car in his hand.

Winners?.. is it a victory? If so, who won?