The Ceches and Slovaks that live down there are big hearted people but if you cross them there’s no place on this Earth that you’ll be safe.
You ain’t kidding. I remember reading some time back about when Muslims kidnapped a group of different people, the Russian government grabbed one of theirs and started sending him back...in pieces. Three guesses which one of the captives got returned ASAP with not so much as a hair on his head singed.
Locally, some stupid monkey liked to play profane noise from his ghettoblaster at all hours and the cops were busy with a million other worse crimes until a relative visited some mountain of a Chech emigrant and the ‘music’ woke up their little daughter. Someone walking their dog found him semi-conscious in a bush the next morning with his boombox looking like a steamroller ran over it.
I left a box of expensive imported Russian tea at his door with an unsigned thank-you note.
I remembered when it happened, my first thought was “Oh no, I hope they didn’t destroy The Czech Stop, where I always get my Kolaches.”