Nikol,

Kneel, hand to your heart, and cross yourself, turning your back on the sacred mountain.

You were an upright man but dissolved into a lie, becoming once again the master of death.

Together with the entire country, I bore your defeat, guilt and shame in life and in battle.

A prophet you did not become, neither father of the nation, nor founder of state.

That much potential, but this much falsehood and insatiable treachery. And all for your own sake, against the homeland.

Because you are incapable and so utterly worthy, I hereby apologize  ̶  this time for you, in your stead.

Please (don’t) go.

Raffi Hovannisian