"We walk along the forest on the side of the road. Onishchenko stops. “Give me your word, as one of..."

“We walk along the forest on the side of the road. Onishchenko stops. “Give me your word, as one of the brothers, that you won’t tell anybody,” he says.

“My word as a brother.”

“Swear on your tooth.”

I touch my front tooth with my fingernail.”

- Brest Fortress by Vladimir Kozlov, translated from the Russian by Andrea Gregovich - Guernica / A Magazine of Art & Politics (via guernicamag)