Cabaret Balkan Page #3

You found me in the car

with my girlfriend. -I don't' remember.

You pulled me out and...

-I don't remember.

You f***ed my mother!

-It hurts! Hurts!

Why? - I don't know.

For nothing, Dimitrij!

You hit me with a truncheon between my legs.

Between my legs!

What did I do to you?

-I don't know.

I reported you,

but nothing happened,

because you were a big shot.

I lied for 2 days

in bed.

The third day I got up, but i

fell back into bed.

My balls were as

big as a watermellon.

I didn't even dare think about

a woman.

It hurts,

everytime I get an erection.

Can you f*** now?

I can't have children.

Will you have beer?

I'm paying now.

Why ? Tell me.

Why?

Why?

Where are you?

Where?

Who are you?

What?

Come. Come here.

Slowly. Slowly.

It's only recreation.

I promised to take care of

Jelena, when you were in army.

Which Jelena?

Which? Your Jelena.

I didn't take care of her.

I f***ed her.

I had to tell you.

This has lied heavy on my soul for 20 years.

Today i made a decision.

Aren't you angry?

At you? Do you have

a better friend then me?

I don't.

Who fucks Jelena?

They're only women. Isn't it so?

Who got you your

first woman?

Who taught you how to play cards?

Who bought you your first record?

Who smuggled you every weekend

from the barracks?

Who put sugar

in your vans tank?

Who?

I did.

You.

Who got you

your garage?

Who?

I did.

Who poisoned your Lesika?

You poisoned Lesika?

We bought her together.

You trained her.

How did you poison her?

With poison.

You be damned.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I have a hard time telling you this,

but your wife

has a lover.

What?

You f*** Svetlana?

I used to, not any more.

You must have quarreled.

So?

Crush my head.

Yours?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Any more of it?

Your son...

What? He doesn't look like me?

No.

What shall I tell you?

Nothing. Hit me.

You?

I can't.

I knew about Jelena.

You knew?

I knew,

you would tell me someday about it.

It's funny to you.

To me it's horrible, kids.

Will you be nice to me?

Will you kiss me?

Of course you would like to take it from behind,

my Balkan swines!

I'm an honest son of a b*tch.

Our virgin.

Like a swine I

drag my heavy brain.

I am

one complicated son of a b*tch.

I don't give a damn!

That's knowledge and magic,

experience and fantasy.

I know the signs, codes, state

secrets, nature's alchemy.

I could harly find you

burek at this time of hour.

Don't you have small change?

I know all the main figures in Europe

and the gravediggers,

Worms where there is chaos.

Ghettos of paranoia,

hermetic circles,

exoteric circles.

Chiromancies, schizomanias,

necromancies, metapomanthies...

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