The Gangster State of Robert F. (by Michal Havran)
A Mercedes drove into the Galéria café almost to the bar, a man got out of it, nowadays he is lying somewhere at the bottom of Gabčíkovo, what is left of him, he came for protection, took it, had a drink, chose one of the female students with his eyes, a few days later he came to woo her for a good deal, filming porn in a dingy Petržalka apartment turned into a film studio, the actors will be from abroad, she needn’t worry, no one will see it here, the VHS will go to Switzerland, she’ll have money, a ketering pic and STDs. The fathers of Slovak crime They rode around in gangs in stolen cars, cut off their heads and genitals, buried themselves in the woods off the tourist trails or in the fields that no one worked, cut themselves up, quartered themselves, but as long as they lived they were in the Smotanka. In red jackets, Eastern European haircuts, short in the front, short in the back, when they were in a good mood, they’d invite people to Hubert’s at Michael’s like the murdered lawyer Matula, with gold-filtered cigarettes and tips on clinking horses at the racetrack.
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