DAY 1.1Summer has finally arrived. School was over at last, and I was already dreaming of spending the whole summer hanging out with friends, but my parents had other plans. Apparently, I'd annoyed them so much lately that on the very first day of summer break, they drove me to the remote Carpathian village of Verkhovyna, where my 136-year-old grandfather Adolf lives. The last time I'd been to his place was probably about 5 years ago. For some reason, after 2022, my parents didn't even mention how he was doing.Grandpa Adolf was your typical Carpathian old man — he always wore an embroidered shirt (vyshyvanka) and often said things in German. Everyone in the village knew him as a very kind man who was always ready to help. We chatted a bit, I unpacked my things. Grandpa showed me his basement: besides potatoes, he also kept 51 Gypsies down there. He explained that they help him out — repairing the house and so on. He also told me how he caught them: this past winter, an entire Gypsy camp had holed up in the old manor house in the village center, so Grandpa got a gas cylinder and pumped gas through the ventilation system. The whole camp ran out in panic, and he rounded them up.He told me another interesting story too: every year on Easter, he hands out Easter breads (paskha) to the poor villagers, but this spring he gave them to ten Gypsy kids — and after that, he never saw those children again. He said he added some kind of "secret ingredient."Follow for updates!
>>524583582Is he that old ?
>>524583582Same fucking anon
DAY 1.2 After hours of stories Grandpa said: “Enough talk, time to work.” This winter was harsh — gypsies camped everywhere, stealing everything. Order must be restored.He showed his “gypsy traps”: deep pits with shiny metal scraps at the bottom. A gypsy sees the glitter, falls in — catapult launches him straight to TCC. Trajectory tested.In half a day we dug 48 pits around the village. Now nights are safe.But Grandpa said it’s not enough — camps must be destroyed. He got his homemade flamethrower. We climbed a hill and torched the nearest camp. Tents, carts, cauldrons — all burned beautifully. Honestly, I haven’t had this much fun in ages.Survivors we tied up and locked in the neighbor’s cellar. 15 camps manually would take too long, so Grandpa opened an old shed — there stood a real “Tiger” tank under tarp. I was stunned. He drove, I manned the gun. Tracks crushed everything. In an hour we flattened 10 camps. Rest — into the cellar.Grandpa: “Eleven today is enough. Time to rest.”Result: 230 liquidated, 100 captured.Evening: three TCC minibuses arrived. Grandpa handed over the prisoners, got a thick envelope — 50,000 UAH cash. “Pension’s small, sonny, gotta live somehow.”Now it’s late. We drink Carpathian herbal tea in the kitchen. Grandpa smiles: “Tomorrow we continue. Five camps left…”Follow for updates!
>>524583582>>524585597zoomers. cannot: meme.
>>524585597>TCC>popcorn intensifies*
