Spring evening

[Ivan]

It is a warm spring evening, and the folk has gathered to skara braes largest pub. Mood inside the pub is jolly while a man rides his ostard down the road. Quietly the man stops by the door of the pub and silently opens the door. He enters the pub and stops by the door and starts silently observe the folk. Soon first of the merry folk inside the pub notice the towering form of a man that has appeared to the door, they start quietly whispering to each other and soon everyone is simply silent of fear. Soon the man at the door starts Growling with a low tone "Fred... George... Fabio..". Everyone simply freezes to stare at the man, man is too tall to even stand straight inside the pub, his head is slightly nodded and he has somekind of an axe in his left hand and crumpled paper in his right. His grey green eyes gaze piercingly from person to another. Again the man growls "Fred... George... Fabio... WHERE...", slowly the folk start pointing farthest corner from the door. Without making a sound the man strides across the tables and stools to the corner and stops infront of the table. He stares down at the three friends who just a moment ago had a merry time. He looks down at the three men whose faces have gone white as death from fear. He drops the crumpled papers on the table and starts quietly growling words out of his mouth "Did... you... write". One of the men starts slowly and carefully move his shaking hand towards the paper, he barely is able to pick the paper up and starts reading. After reading the paper he gulps and with realy shaky and quiet voice answers to the man "yyyyees, we did write these". Before anyone in the pub even notices the man has lifted one of the three friends up from his face and beheaded the other two with his axe, he starts bawls loudly "NONE... PISSES IVAN OFF". He squeezes head of the last man into bits and drops the corpse on the stool where he picked it, whole pub goes into panic and people start run around like headless chickens, others hiding and some running out of the door. Quietly Ivan strides out of the door in middle of the chaos and hops on his ostard and rides towards britain.