The curious incident of the gnats in Volgograd

https://footballcitymediacenter.com/news/20180619/2782063.html

.

- - 'The curious incident of the gnats in Volgograd' - -
.

Thwack...

“Weeeeeeeeee…”

The Russian couple flew through the air
on a shutter-like whirl of Black and White…

Egor held an excited Nadia close
as the smudged terraces of faces flashed by.

"Zapomnit (remember) Nadia we have our assignment”, Ergo gruffed.
“Yes, my love, our federal mission” – Nadia, loved how 'butch' he sounded.

Just then, a thatch of well-cropped hair leapt to meet them...

Nadia, screamed:
“Now, Egor, now - Bite-bite-bite…”

Wood chipper teeth gnashed:
a scalp
an ear
a cheek

Bounce
-----
---
-
“Nadia, we're off again”
Barked, Ergo.

High enough, this time,
for a…

Nozhka (leg) -

a thigh to be precise,

juicy and bare

Primed for...

“Bite-bite-bite…”

Nadia, jumped and yelped,
with excitement…

Egor, chomped the thigh
like a kukuruza na pochatke (corn on the cob)

Along the pitch
they rolled
towards an
Ankle…

This time,
They both screamed

“Bite, bite, bite…”

An ankle became
A swankle
As two sets of teeth
Set to work
Going berserk.

The pair of gnats
Gnawed like rats

Until...

*Shrilllllll*
the referee blew his whistle

cupping his ear piece, the ref’
walked over to the V.A.R (Video Assistant Referee) monitoring station

pained moments passed

across the ref’s face…
across the stadium’s screen…
across national television…
and across the world:

A blatant
Underhanded foul
Was evident
Shown in - -ZOooomed in- -
. . .S-l- o-w . . .M-o- t-i-o-n

Shaking his head
He groped in his top pocket;
Walked over to the
Football player, still
Lying clutching his
Bitten swollen ankle;
And in one swift action
showed each of the cheating gnats
a krasnaya kartochka (red card)

On the screen,
and to a hissing stadium,
Ergo and Nadia
Dropped their heads
and flew out towards the Kremlin...

Through the okno (window)
they flew, landing to attention
on the large leather topped desk,
both feeling rather confident
With the disruption caused.

Behind the desk
Vladimir's eyes widened briefly
while he studied his two comrades

*Swoosh*
through the air
a fist:
*Splat*
legs twitched
then stopped
Dead.

then. . .

In a low menacing tone
Vladimir growled:
"Football, home... is not coming"

.

- Mr. Darcy
© 2018