"New in town? Got it all, ya? wanna buy a
gram? Funny accent, a Russian in Amsterdam?
Looking for a job or need a place to stay? Go see
Kashei..." What the hell, I said, how bad can
it be? And checked the address the guy gave to me
The letters were smudged, "Dead knight
district"?!? A name for a derelict...
"Zdrastvujtje! My name is Ivan Is this the
right place? I'm here to see a man A Mr
Kashchei", I was invited in To "The
House of Sin"... Then the world exploded, the
only thing I recall Before I woke up, tied to a
concrete wall "Let me introduce myself and
welcome to my club I'm your local Beelzebub"
What am I doing here? What in the name of a Hun
Powder all around me Smoke that makes me dizzy
Unfamiliar devices Women smiling tempting Syringes
injecting Lies and pseudo paradises Fake
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
rediscovered 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
keep 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
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Nikto ne ebat so mnoj! Especially 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 circumstances 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 streetcorner 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 prostitues 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. Ivan 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 streets of
Amsterdam in their purple haze...