Issue #07/62, April 8 - 21, 1999  

I am named of Bosko Djuganovic, recently coming to Moscow for rest from long months service in Kosovo. Have been busy making province safe for peace-loving citizens. Work is stressful, especially when Turkish children darting from rock to rock. Once, very funny incident, I have been burning my tips of fingers while trying to light terrorists' corpses! I have blisters! Friends of mine still laugh about it! I was needing to drink extra sljivovice so I can shoot. For week, fingers were hurting.

I come to Moscow last Thursday to be spending resting holiday time in brother-Slavic, Orthodox country, Russia. I want to find nice Slavic girls. Friends telling me to contact "The Exile" office, they not usual Americans. First thing they ask me, write the club review, we pay you small dollars and khalyavo. They offer double money if I "cleanse" someone named Stuart Pratt. "Gladly!" I say. Thursday night last, I am posing as Jack's pizza boy. I enter Pratt house, tie up no-sex girlfriend. I pour super glue in Stuart's beard, I fuck him in ass and fuck girlfriend in ass, like they are Turks. Maybe they will leave?

Last Friday evening, I going to see what famous "River Strip" is happening. In Four Rooms, bad erotic show. Doorman like Turk, he denies me free entrance. I leave. Vermel' Club is having too many people like Stuart and Amy, I am wanting to seal front door and set it on a fire with everyone inside. Up to Cabana. Too expensive for simple Serb son of peasants. Sophisticated women, I am having hard time talking to.

I take taxi to Leninsky 55, where is located Bosko's favorite club what I have seen, Niagara. Enter on second floor, give coat to friendly Slavic garderob, paying nothing because of eXile (usually 50 to 100 rubles entrance fee), treated with respect. Ceilings have interesting look, as if inside of real authentic cave, with small lights and plastic trees, colors that glow in dark. Bosko is amazed. Bar is downstairs. There is good crowd. Girls age from 18 to 28.

I meet girl name of Olga. Many Olgas in Russia. She is having fine blond hair, Asiatic eyes, full lips, very full hips and ass you can grab. We dance on dance floor, behind us screen with video. I see billiards in one room, have ideas when I see cues. I see second dining room, more heavily covered with artistic rock-like cave ceiling and paints. Olga going back with me to friend's apartment. I encourage Olga by pushing on back of her head and pulling back of hair on head in such way she is under my control, something I learn well during population transfer operations. I think to burn her body afterwards, but am too exhausted. Then remember, not only is she fellow Orthodox Slav, but I can burn finger! We say goodbye. I am off to war.

Stuart Pratt is currently recovering from a facial reconstrution surgery.