in 1997, myself, Kazenone and a mutual friend named Julie were traveling across Eurasia. We were about 4 months into our trip and we had a great time so far, taken a lot of drugs, had a lot of crazy sex and been confused by more languages than Kazenone had taken dumps. Anyway, we had arrived in Belarus and had pitched our tent in a dusty area of field. Julie had a habit of making a flag of every country we had visited, Kazenone and myself went into a local town and bought some groceries and some very cheap cloth. I was not too aware of the flag of Belarus, but Kazenone was adamant that it was 3 stripes of White, Red, White. We bought the fabric and went back to camp. While I was preparing dinner for us all, Julie and Kazenone stitched a flag together and stuck it in the ground outside our tent. We went to bed that night, but were awoken by loud noises from outside the tent, before we knew it the tent was ripped open and we were dragged out of the tent by armed men in camouflage uniforms. They shouted and screamed at us as we lay scared on the floor, with automatic weapons pointed at us. One of the men in broken english demanded to know who was the Soviet responsible for the flag. We had no idea what he meant or was asking, and he raised his weapon to Kanezones head. Kanezone whelped, and pointed to Julie. "Her!" he shouted, while Julie lay bewildered. The man turned his gun and shot Julie dead where she lay. I still remember hearing the noise of the nonstop fire. Blood and dirt splattered into my face, but I could see nothing except gunfire flashes. A man kicked through our tent while another set the flag alight. They shouted some more in their language and left as suddenly as they had arrived. I sat, quivering in shock. I didnt check Julie, it was evident that she was dead, her corpse ripped to shreds from the gunfire at such close range. I looked, shocked at Kazenone and asked how could he do that, how could he be so heartless to get Julie killed and not even look like he had remorse. What he said next haunts me to this very day. "I couldn't betray Mother Russia."
Bastard.
