Russia, we will take revenge
And turn you into smoke!!!
“You?” I asked. “Russia?”
“She was young. She doesn’t think like that now.”
“People were brutalized,” Umar said. “So many were killed. They came and killed us. What for?”
“Listen,” I said. “What about before the war? Excuse me, but everyone who wasn’t a Chechen was killed and thrown aside…”
“They were bandits,” Zainap replied. “I was also stopped and robbed on the street. The times were like that: a lot of violence.”
“You were robbed. But if you’d been Russian you’d have been killed, right?” I asked.
Umar emptied his glass:
“Your Russians were the bosses here,” with a broad gesture he wiped his mouth and whiskers. I was a teacher in the village. Zinyakova was the principal, she was Russian. She hounded me, she wouldn’t leave
