Bankfurt

SERGE IOURIENEN. B A N K F U R T. A STORY ///// "Hey, where are you going?" the white disobeyed. "Oh, nowhere." He took another sip with salt. "I just got here." "You're Russian, aren't you?" The question to end all questions. "Yes, I am." "Did you hear? He's Russian." "Russian or not, he makes me mad." The black turned away, a beer in his fist. "Leave him alone." They continued to drink in silence. The white nonetheless was watching with stifled curiosity. He winked at him: "Kill the Russian, huh?"