"New in Got it all, ya' wanna buy a gram? Funny accent, a in Amsterdam? Looking for a job or a place to stay? Go see Kashei..."
the hell, I said, how bad can it be? And the address the guy gave to me The letters smudged, "Dead knight district"?!? A for a derelict...
"Zdrastvujtje! My name is Is the right place? I'm here to see a man A Mr Kashchei", I was in To "The of Sin"...
Then the world exploded, the only thing I Before I woke up, to a concrete wall "Let me introduce myself and to my club I'm your Beelzebub"
What am I doing What in the of a Hun
all around me Smoke that makes me devices Women tempting injecting Lies and paradises
paradises...
While tied to the wall, Ivan, who was to naive to fathom the shit he was in, made semi-romantic moves (well, since he was tied up) on one of the girls in Kashchei's harem. Ivan's innocent, Irkutskian eyes made a monumental impression on the somewhat jaded girl and she feelings she thought were dead and buried a long ago. Love was in the maruana air...
The evil Mr Kashchei and his sinister drug pushers, whom he provisioned with free dope to them ignorant and dumb, had settled back for a few Z's. Meanwhile, Ivan was cut loose by his new found love and they decided it was time they leave. So did the other girls who were fed up spending time in the thick of things.
All of a sudden Kashchei opened his eyes and instantly aware of what was going down he unleashed his thunderous rage. "No one fucks with Kashchei! Nikto ne ebat so mnoj! not whores and cocksuckers named Ivan! ", he screamed furiously, his appearance all the more frightening.
A few of the pushers vaguely percieved the tumult but were too stoned to ascertain the and retired, contented, to their state of inhaled bliss.
However, one of the girls knew about Kashchei's Achilles' heel; (ironically) that hard boiled Satanic, son-of-a-bitch, son-of-a-Hun was allergic. She managed to sneak out the back door in search of some kind of animal, preferably a cat or a dog. In a lay a Dutch shepherd with orange fur and a puzzled look that became more puzzled as the girl picked him up and dashed back to "The House of Sin". The dog, friendly by nature, mistook Kashchei's shouting and waving for an invitation to play and leaped up on his chest causing an immediate hypersensitive reaction, leaving the drug dealing pimp panting on the floor, Delft-blue in the face...
Ivan and the former 13 escaped and took the first available flight out of the country, whose destination happened to be Portugal. The heroic dog was quickly named "Lucifers" ("Fire" in Dutch) at the airport before checking into quarantine.
and company now live as suburban idiots, and love it, in a commune outside of Lisbon.
Mr Kashchei got arrested but avoided custody since drug dealing hardly ain't a crime in the Netherlands anymore. He later moved to Copenhagen and became a politician. His pusher dudes are still wandering about the of Amsterdam in their purple haze...