Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
(Franz Kafka)
The Rocket Riots had been an unpleasant surprise for Luigi Esposito, or rather their annoying end, when most of his German end users had been sent to jail. Luigi was selling to all of Europe, except Red Albion, but the spoilt kids of the German upper classes had been his best customers, by far. – It was a financial debacle that almost had ruined him; only by chipping in all his savings had he been able to save Frutti Esotici from bankruptcy. – But then, a small miracle had happened: many fugitive rioters were gathering in the Prague metropolitan area, and they were interested in buying his merchandise. It wasn't big business, real big business, but it could be enough to stabilise his reeling enterprise.
The Bohemian nationalists, led by disloyal folks like Edvard Beneš and Tomáš G. Masaryk, who had sided with the Entente powers, had been outright disappointed by the outcome of the Great War. Nevertheless, the collapse of the Austro-Hungarian Empire had eventually led to the creation of a Czech state, however one that was considerably smaller than the traitors had dreamt of. Between the loyal Austrian troops of General Conrad and the threat of German intervention, a plebiscite had defined the borders of the new nation, leaving all areas with German speaking majority – and, to the ire of the nationalists, also several with Czech speaking majority – outside. The industrial agglomerations of Pilsen and Brünn had gone to the Bavarian Kingdom and the Austrian Archduchy respectively. Only the Prague factory works, mainly PČMS, Kolben & Co, Danĕk & Co, Praga, and Ringhofer-Tatra had remained.
Thus, Prague, attracting job seekers from all over the republic, had grown to a veritable metropolis, where eventually half the Czech population was living and working. In addition, the city was the capital of the Czecho-Slovakian state und accommodated all joint administrative bodies, pulling in even more people. – The Slovaks, cherishing their hard-won autonomy, had preferred to send all their paper pushers to Prague, instead of receiving a share of Czech mandarins in Baňská Bystrica. – To this large city, the German peaceniks and rioters had fled in troves, because Prague, at least the downtown, still was bilingual. Well, and because the Czech authorities didn't show any zeal in executing German requests for extradition.
Luigi had travelled to Prague in company of Ulrike Freifrau von Drosedow, his lover. – The city had been an important stage in his main trade route to Germany. Therefore, he had old business partners he could meet. – Ulrike had come along to do some exclusive shopping, on the move in Vienna, now in Prague. She didn't know about Luigi's problems, because he hadn't told her, and was lavishing his precious money. But it served also as his agenda: the successful Italian fruit merchant from Naples and his noble Teutonic paramour had come on a luxury shopping trip to Central Europe. That was as innocuous a story as could be. After all, the frightful Arthur Nebe was still in office...
When Luigi returned to the hotel from the preliminary discussion with his business partners, Ulrike had also just arrived. She had bought a lot – and drunk a lot. All those high-end premises were serving free French or Crimean champagne to their customers. Right now, Ulrike wanted sex, rough-and-tumble. – It was a very exhausted Luigi, virtually pumped dry, who started his sightseeing tour three hours later, after Ulrike had finally fallen asleep. Downtown Prague was a huge red light district after dark, he discovered. Customers from all over Europe, even from Russia and the Ottoman Empire, were out to enjoy the myriads of offers. The fugitive Rocket Rioters obviously made their living by selling their bodies, girls and boys alike. But many poor women from the outlying workers' quarters – and many other wenches from everywhere and the Balkans – were also advertising their services. There were bars, brothels, clubs, striptease establishments, whatever your taste...
It was a real pity he was sucked dry, Luigi was grumbling, seeing some really beautiful broads. – Well, by law all this was illegal, his business partners told him. But the City of Prague was profiting greatly from all the international punters, who also had to sleep, eat, drink... So, the police was turning two blind eyes to events. – Now, if that wasn't an ideal premise for an excellent business... – Yeah, acceded his business partners, but one better hurried, the Pan-Turan competitors had already been seen in Prague, surveying the situation. Well, alluded Luigi, they were coming from outside the COMECON and had to pass the common customs boundary. He was intra-COMECON and could deliver far quicker and cheaper. He had beaten them before.
[FONT="]But they were mean, opined his business partners, and they were in league with the Czech hooligans, who were even meaner. The hooligans resided in the satellite suburbs, where the going was rough, they stuck at nothing. – Well, who was in control downtown? Who was protecting whoreland from the bad lot? – Oh, the local business community had organised a kind of protective service, rather soft, because the Rocket Rioters hadn't turned rabid yet – and weren't particularly organised. – Well, this was going to change, certainly. But one could arrange a profitable agreement with whoever was the boss. He, Luigi, had ample experience with arrangements of all kinds... [/FONT]