FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Victor must die, unfaithful to me, unfaithful to Christianity, unfaithful to EVERYTHING. Divorcing me like that? He thinks he can get away with it, he won't, i know he won't, For god and for Poland, he. will. bleed. I know three men who will take him out, kill him, cut him, shoot him, anything.
Stefan, Emil, and Roman.
I said to Alesky, "stay here, i'll be right back" And stormed out of the house down the street to Emil's house, not rare to find Roman and Stefan there as well, either smoking pot, drinking beer or already passed out from either. I Bashed the door, and Emil opened "Jesus christ? What has gotten into you Zofia?"
"I know a gay man! HE MUST DIE!" Emil ushered me into the living room, and sat me down, Roman sitting in an armchair with a half-drank bottle of vodka and Stefan with a joint in his mouth. Emil says "Who is this gay man?" To which i Roar "VICTOR!!", and then they all exchange surprised looks, even putting down their weed and vodka, Emil says "Surely not, right?" Then i say (nearly bursting into tears) "Yes, Yes, im being honest! He's in love with a man named Albin, an Englishman!"
Emil puts his hand on mine and says "We'll have him dead by the end of the week" and Stefan and Roman give reassuring nods, and then i exhale, saying "Phew...I'll go now, thanks, to all of you" On my way out, Roman says "No Problem!"
Victor...I hope you enjoy Hell, Where all the faggots go.
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DiversosThere are many Figures in life. But i'm gonna spell it FIGAs because THAT is epic. Cleeven Butter is an ordinary expat from England to Hungary, he's returning, and in the midst of waiting for his flight back home...😈
