They are convening.

Again.

At six of the clock on the fourteenth of June, the august gentlemen of the Central Election Commission shall hold a meeting. A meeting to determine, once and for all, the fate of the Armenian parliamentary elections. Thus it is proclaimed by the heralds of News.am.

But wait.

There is more to this theatrical display than a mere announcement. The commission shall also entertain petitions—humble pleas—to declare the elections void entirely. They shall ponder, with utmost solemnity, whether the common folk must venture to the polls once more at several stations.

"The question of repeat elections at three stations shall be debated," the circular reads. "Along with the grievances of 'Strong Armenia' and the 'Wings of Unity'."

How touching.

Previously, the officials engaged in the tedious labor of recounting. Six hundred and thirty-seven stations were scrutinised. The results? A modest curiosity.

Mr. Pashinyan’s 'Civil Contract' gained a mere thousand and one hundred forty-eight votes. Mr. Karapetyan’s 'Strong Armenia' found five hundred and eight more. And the former President, Mr. Kocharyan, discovered another two hundred and seventeen votes hiding in the piles.

Arithmetic.

Such a precise science for such imprecise matters.

For those who have lost the thread of this saga: the voting took place on the seventh of June. The preliminary figures suggest the ruling party holds nearly half the spoils—49.81%. The rest are left to scramble for the crumbs. 'Strong Armenia' claims 23.29%, while the 'Armenia Alliance' lingers at 9.94%. Poor Mr. Tsarukyan and his 'Prosperous Armenia' failed to clear the hurdle entirely, ending their ambitions with a pitiful 3.996%.

Naturally, the disgruntled parties rushed to the Commission with their petitions. Five hundred and fifty-five stations were demanded for a recount. The air was thick with the scent of indignation.

Then came the scandal.

Two stations were annulled. Why? Because several hundred military men, in a fit of enthusiasm, cast their votes after the doors were closed. A breach of protocol!

Utter chaos.

Now, we wait for the resolution. We wait for the final word from the gentlemen in their chambers. One can only imagine the grandeur of the debate.

God save the patience of the public.