"New in town? Got it all, ya´ wanna buy a gram?
Funny accent, [bad word] in Amsterdam?
Looking for a job or need a place to stay?
Go see Kashei..."
What the [bad word]  I said, how bad can it be?
And checked the address the guy gave to me
The letters were smudged, "Dead knight district"?!?
name for a derelict...
"Zdrastvujtje! My name is Ivan
Is this the right place? I´m here to see a man
Mr Kashchei", I was invited in
To "The House of Sin"...
Then the world exploded, the only thing I recall
Before I woke up, tied to a concrete wall
"Let me introduce myself and [bad word] to my club
I´m your local Beelzebub"
What am I doing here?
What in the name of a Hun
Powder all around me
Smoke that makes me dizzy
Unfamiliar devices
Women smiling tempting
Syringes injecting
Lies and pseudo paradises
Fake paradises...
While tied to the wall, Ivan, who was to naive to fathom the [bad word] he was in, made semi-romantic moves (well,
since he was tied up) on one of the girls in Kashchei´s harem. Ivan´s innocent, Irkutskian eyes made a
monumental impression on the somewhat jaded girl and she rediscovered feelings she thought were dead and
buried a long ago. Love was in the [bad word] air...
The evil Mr Kashchei and his sinister [bad word] pushers, whom he provisioned with free dope to keep them ignorant
and dumb, had settled back for a few Z´s. Meanwhile, Ivan was cut loose by his new found love and they
decided it was time they leave. So did the other girls who were fed up spending time in the thick of things.
All of a sudden Kashchei opened his eyes and instantly aware of what was going down he unleashed his
thunderous rage. "No one [bad word] with Kashchei! NIKTO NE EBAT SO MNOJ! Especially not whores and [bad word] named Ivan! ", he screamed furiously, his appearance all the more frightening.
few of the pushers vaguely percieved the tumult but were too stoned to ascertain the circumstances and
retired, contented, to their state of inhaled bliss.
However, one of the girls knew about Kashchei´s Achilles´ heel; (ironically) that hard boiled Satanic, son-of-abitch,
son-of-a-Hun was allergic. She managed to sneak out the back door in search of some kind of animal,
preferably a cat or a dog. In a streetcorner lay a Dutch shepherd with orange fur and a puzzled look that
became more puzzled as the girl picked him up and dashed back to "The House of Sin". The dog, friendly by nature, mistook Kashchei´s shouting and waving for an invitation to play and leaped up on his chest causing an
immediate hypersensitive reaction, leaving the [bad word] dealing pimp panting on the floor, Delft-blue in the face...
Ivan and the former 13 prostitues escaped and took the first available flight out of the country, whose
destination happened to be Portugal. The heroic dog was quickly named "Lucifers" ("Fire" in Dutch) at the
airport before checking into quarantine.
Ivan [bad word] now live as suburban idiots, and love it, in [bad word] outside of Lisbon.
Mr Kashchei got arrested but avoided custody since [bad word] dealing hardly ain´t a crime in the Netherlands
anymore. He later moved to Copenhagen and became a politician. His pusher dudes are still wandering about
the streets of Amsterdam in their purple haze...

(The song "Mr Kashei and the 13 prostitutes" features a short rockband version of Igor Stravinsky´s Firebird
ballet ("Infernal dance of all Kaschei´s subjects" if anyone is interested). The story is a weird and a bit
perverted version of the [bad word] tale and is set in Amsterdam in present time... Poor, poor Igor.)