Our car is parked, blacked out windows rolled up, AR-15 in my lap. Two trucks roll up, out steps you into the air, AR-15 in my lap.

And we all, we all, hold our breath and let it out.

We step out, winter has come to Belarus, someone's gonna make a bad choice tonight. Stacked up at the side door, flash bangs and smoke grenades, someone's gonna make a bad choice tonight.

Storm the kitchen, break down the bedroom door, sprint up the stairs in a blind rage. Find the room with you there, blood is boiling, safety off, from either side comes crashing through, guns aimed at me, guns aimed at you. Stalemate forms, all weapons drawn, no one knows what they're in for. Panicked faces on both sides, no one knows what they're in for.

Bullets fly, I fall to my knees, things are backwards and unclear. Bloodstained carpet, I am aching, things are backwards and unclear. My wrists are bound, my eyes see nothing, things are backwards and unclear. Come to in a hangar, small Russian plane, things are backwards.


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