A White Russian walks down a dirt road toward a town emerging from the horizon. In hope of watering his parched throat the last few hundred yards go by quickly. As the gap between the Russian and the town limit closed a group of savage dogs appeared closely tailed by a group of adolescent boys. With nowhere to hide the man was quickly circled by the snarling dogs and they taunted him, snapping their jaws at loose folds of his clothes and barking softly. The largest boy just a hair short of the Russian cultivated a whispy beard and gave him a piercing look. The Russian tried to speak but the boy pushed him down and the dogs followed, surrounding the man and producing blood and ripped shards of cloth.
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