#cuz i'll tell you nikolai and his pack are very much on my mind

[karlachismylife]

A whole year ago, November 30th 2023 "International LGBT movement" was declared an extremist organisation in my country (up to 10 years of prison). Tonight there are police raids in some of the Moscow nightclubs (at least one of them is under anti-queer fire not for the first time, another was advertised as a queer space some long, long time ago), people getting forced face down onto the floor. This is a routine now, it's not the first raid this month. There was another last month too. We are probably getting just a fraction of the real picture in the news. It feels insignificant after reading through piles of events from Georgia and Syria. But it's happening.

There should have been a text about 141 getting stuck in one of these raids and Nikolai rescuing them but I actually didn't manage to write more than one sentence and didn't even get a clear idea so here's nothing.

Simon would have thrown up seeing men in full gear pushing half-naked boys against the walls and kicking their legs further apart. Johnny would almost get arrested immediately and possibly slammed in the head for trying to argue and raising his voice or even threatening OMON/SOBR. Kyle would get separated and held on the floor until the last batch of people getting their documents checked. Price would be held back by Nikolai from causing an international conflict after learning his boys got into trouble despite him sending a babysitter (Ghost) with the two pups too eager to experience a Russian rave. Nikolai would get a few more grey hair while pulling on the strings he still has here to make sure their boys get out safely and with no charges.

He would pick them up personally, stubborn John left at home to prevent escalation. He would check on Johnny's bleeding head and give Simon his big padded leather jacket to stop the shivering. He would hold Kyle close and get him warm sweet tea while listening to a description of the pigs that threatened his.

They can hide their faces all they want, there are still some strings to be pulled. Justice is served in all the familiar ways, electrodes stuck to their big toes and their own batons promised to be shoved up their asses.

Happy anniversary, bastards. You will be worm food and the worms will retch.