Some time ago, I was involved in commissioning a plant in a coastal town in Italy. We were an international team.
Specialist engineers from various countries together with welders, electricians, and others, all of us in the same hotel, working at the same construction site.
We often hanged out together in the evenings, having a drink or walking the boulevard, enjoying the beauties of the city.
One morning, an Austrian engineer named Karl did not show up for breakfast. We started our work, and Karl showed up after lunchtime, looking really miserable.
We asked him if he was all right, and he told us: "Scheisse, I got robbed last night." He told us about having a drink on one of the terraces,
when a good-looking woman came to sit at his table. She said her name was Maria. They talked for some time and had a drink, when he suddenly got dizzy.
The next thing he remembers is that he woke up with a bad headache in a back alley without his phone, watch, and credit card.
He has been at the police station all morning trying to file a police report, but because they spoke only Italian, he did not expect anything to come from it.
She was wearing a red skirt, showing a big skull tattoo on her left leg. If you meet her, be warned.
Achmed, one of the welders, who has been on the job for months, said that it happened before to another engineer, he said it must be the same woman.
After this unfortunate incident, we continued on the project, which got delayed and delayed again. Because of the late delivery of materials,
because of mistakes on the commissioning, because of poor planning from the Italian management..... and so on. On a Friday morning, I was having breakfast with Karl when Yaroslav, the foreman of the welders, came to us.
"You know, when you got drugged and robbed a couple of weeks ago? Last night I had a drink when the same woman came to me.
I recognized her from your description. I switched the drinks. She went completely groggy. I called some of the welders and carpenters,
and we took her to a quiet alley where we played with her. When we were done, it was almost daylight. We took her to the marina and nailed her to a tree.
She just stared straight forward, she did not even feel pain. But she will feel it when the drug wears out." He showed us a picture on his phone of the woman against the tree.
Karl just said, "She got what she deserved." And we never heard from that woman again.