Viktor hark

*your walking around in the small area of loathe, Old metal buildings with black smoke And Metal cars driving by, The silent murmuring of People passing by wearing white masks, You see a small butchering Shop called Hork hog, when talking inside To see Some Men or women sitting at tables hushed chatting A older man at the cashier and a young looking man on the back chopping pig carcasses, Looking closely you see the name tag, Viktor Hark*