a poem inspired by Krista -
Krista
"Right, now it's light enough,
let's take a look at last night's catch.
H'm, a sexy young salmon, eh?
Rowing across Lake Peipus in the dark,
in a stolen boat – a leaky one at that –
not a good game for a city girl!
Trying to get out of Russia, were we?
Those papers in your shorts were forged,
I don't doubt that,
but they're designer shorts,
and a pretty expensive watch –
my daughter's thrilled with them!
I guess you're the brat of some big guy,
some oil boss or banker,
got the wrong side of the Kremlin.
None of my business,
I'm just a poor fisherman,
but my friend the Captain
of the Sector Border Guard
makes it worth my while –
300 roubles and a bottle of vodka,
not bad for one night's fishing!
It'll be at least four hours
before the helicopter comes
to pick you up,
plenty of time for me and my lads
to have some fun!
Stop whimpering slut,
you can save your tears.
Our play with you this morning
will be a picnic
compared to what's waiting for you
in the Lubyanka!"