Issue #11/66, June 3 - 17, 1999 |
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A COMEDY OF ELDERSScene: the run-down kitchen, smelling of old people, in a crooked little house in the rural village of Zaoksky, in the Tulskaya Oblast. Time: April,
FINGER-LICKIN' DEADBrace yourselves, folks: it's new icon time in the Death Porn section. We're bringing Starvin' Ivan up from the our triple-A Bardak team to step into the Death Porn rotation. That's because a new breed of crime is apparently taking hold in Russia-- hunger-related murder. This is the second one we've had this month, and it's a doozie-- a double murder, coming to you straight from the late, great Tyumeinskaya Oblast town of Nizhniye Karimkari. The story began in mysterious fashion: villagers in the tiny settlement discovered the body of a hastily-buried nine year-old boy. Before police even had time to locate the parents, the boy's four-year old sister appeared in the hospital of a nearby town. She'd been fed... battery acid. While she rapidly faded in intensive care, her mother was waking up in a neighboring room from an alcoholic coma.
TAKE MY BIKE, PLEASE!We all remember stories like this from our own youth...only ours had different endings. In Ulan-Ude recently, a mother and father gave their 13 year-old child a bicycle as a birthday present (have you guessed how this story ends yet?). On the day it was given to him, the boy took the bicycle out for his first ride (you must have guessed by now!). As he exited the door, a 14 year-old deaf boy, a "special kid" who'd just been transferred to the local
RUBBER DUCKY, YOU'RE THE ONEMessage to anyone considering selling their personal possessions: don't. That is, don't do it publicly. Because you'll get bitch-slapped. Or, if not you yourselves... But we're getting to that. Here's what happened. A family in the Khabarovsk oblast put an ad out in the local newspaper one day announcing that they were selling their garage and their car. They sold it. Some time later, their two children were on their way home from school when two strange men approached them on the street. They used some subterfuge to threaten their way into the family apartment, locked the younger child (a nine year-old boy) in the toilet, and dragged the older boy, a12 year-old, to the bathtub. They filled the tub with water and started dunking his head under, barking out the Khabarovsk equivalent of "Where's the fucking money?" You see, the thieves had read the ad in the paper, noted the absence of the family car, and determined that there had to be a large quantity of cash on the apartment. They were right. The boy coughed up the information, but that, unfortunately, didn't save his life. For whatever reason, the bandits decided to finish the job and drowned the poor kid in the tub. The father found his body there when he came home later. The money, plus the usual rubbish-- VCR, paste jewelry, etc.-- was gone. And the investigation is still, as they say, continuing. |