Whatever happened, I feel terribly sorry for the poor soldier's family.
That does fit the profile. Last time I was in Kosovo--way back in 1988-- I remember being warned that it was an insult to the men of an Albanian household if you just happened to linger on the street in front of their house. (Surely, you were just hoping to catch a peek through the window, of their daughters'/sisters'/neices'/cousins'. Snaggle-toothed, earthly representations of Everlasting Lovliness, all 16 of them.)
Albanian women weren't supposed to go out unescorted or unchaperoned, and always had to wear scarves and overcoats.
I can't imagine what having KLA/KFOR "Emporiums of Dance", all over the place, is doing to that culture. My cousin, a paratrooper in the JNA, always claimed that serving with the Albanian dudes, if you were straight-up with them, one on one, they'd always watch your back. But in a bi-polar cultural framework, it's always the naive, the youngest and most inexperienced that have the hardest time coping. I'd sure hate to be coming of age with that kind of backdrop. Code of Lek meets "Exotica".