Damir and his soldiers surrounded Branko's body and observed their trophy.
Then everyone began to kick and to spit on Branko. One of the soldiers unzipped his fly and urinated on Branko's face. Afterwards, the soldiers lined up ten feet away from the body and shot him with their assault rifles. Branko's body shook from each bullet as it ravaged his flesh.
Damir stood by his soldiers with a dark smile. Then he pulled out a towel and wiped his belt clean. Then he coiled his belt around his pants.
After the soldiers had stopped shooting, Damir saw Branko's pack of cigarettes lying on the ground. He picked it up and sniffed it while rage flowed through Damir's veins. He crumbled the pack and tossed it to the ground, and then he mumbled, “You Serbian piece of shit.”
Some of the soldiers shot bullets into the air to agree with Damir. Then they swung their assault rifle over their shoulders and started walking to their vehicles.
“What do you plan to tell his parents,” Jasmin asked.
“I’ll tell them the truth. Branko was supposed to come in and see me, but he skipped his meeting. Maybe he ran away from home.”
“Boss, we should bury the body.”
“Drop it. He’s not worth a burial. Nobody will find him out here.” Then Damir whispered in Jasmin’s ear, “Besides, we have that little Serbian bitch to deal with.”