Seeing that the two leaders had both spoken, the other faction members began chiming in as well.
"At the end of the day, our faction's voice in the Duma is too weak. We have no say! You people on the Duma side need to take responsibility for that. Look at our side—we've never lost an election in Moscow Oblast through all these terms!"
"Heh, what a joke. Last year, the faction concentrated its resources and funding on the oblast elections. Hardly any money or resources were allocated to the Duma side, while every one of our opponents went all in. With them gaining while we lost ground, of course we ended up with far fewer seats. How can you blame us for that?"
"Why did we concentrate our resources on the oblast elections in the first place? Don't you know the reason? It was because the Duma side was already showing signs of decline. No matter how hard we tried, it would have been futile. We were better off concentrating our superior resources and firmly holding on to our base in the oblast. And the results proved that our choice was correct, didn't they? We won a sweeping victory in both the governor's race and the oblast assembly."
"Enough, all of you. Stop talking. And don't think the Duma side isn't important. You can see the consequences now, can't you? When the Duma wants to make trouble for the oblast, it can simply establish a joint investigation team. Because we don't have many Duma seats, we can't stop them even if we want to! No matter how powerful your forces are in the oblast, do you dare resist the joint investigation team?"
The living room descended into chaos as everyone split into two camps and began attacking each other.