the man said that he was going to bring two bottles of Vodka and come to kill you. He's Russian, or something, and even though you face certain death you think this might be the coolest thing that will ever happen to you in this life; getting drunk and then shot, drowning in a pool of your own blood while the Russian-or-sommet killer plays schranzy Russian/Euro-techno with synths wailing like Banshees and the kick drum pounding like Satan's excited heart.
You barely hear the gunshot in the midst of laughter and music.
Slowly the music fades away and the sky you're staring at gets brighter and brighter, everything becomes washed with light. Then everything is white.
Just white.
Tinnitus in your eyes,
tinnitus in your ears
and tinnitus in your heart.
You can't avoid death, but you can at least die trying
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