Belgrade, 2013. August heat stuck to the streets like a bad tattoo. The studio reeked of rakija, sweat, and the kind of chaos only four men named *Dog*, *Crabman*, *Wolverine*, and *Tonzo* could conjure. ICYRED wasn’t a band. It was a war crime set to distortion.  
That night, Fot Dog turned 37. Or 45. Or 12. No one kept receipts. They’d emptied a liquor store into their veins. Baotic, the Yugo Wolverine, Croatian rage in a leather jacket, slammed another shot. *“Red!”* he barked at Tonzo. *“Remember Zagreb? The cop’s car? The *goat*?!”*  
Tonzo grinned, teeth glowing like reactor rods. *“You cried.”*  
The studio froze.  
Baotic’s bottle shattered. *“You wish, *crni đavole*.”*  
What followed wasn’t a fight. It was physics. Fists moved at quantum speeds. A mic stand became a spear. The drum kit? A grenade. Crabman Nick and Fot Dog, too wasted to die, snored outside as the walls *bled*.  
Zick the Cobra, young and dumb, tried to intervene. Tonzo backhanded him into a Marshall stack. *“STAY DOWN, BOY.”*  
Two hours. That’s how long it took to reduce the studio to a red ruin. Baotic, pinned under Tonzo’s knee, hissed: *“I’LL FEAST ON YOUR LIVER!”*  
Tonzo’s fist fell like a comet.  
Silence.  
The door handle? Dust. The walls? Abstract art. Baotic’s shirt? A Rorschach test in crimson. Zick stirred, groaned, *“How…?”*  
Tonzo wiped blood on the last clean patch of wall. *“We kick.”*  
The door exploded. Dawn revealed the carnage. Baotic regenerated by noon, because *Croatian Wolverine*. He bought the first round that night.  
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**2024**  
They found the shirt in a time capsule buried under the studio’s rubble. The red? Not dye. *Oxidized shame.* The “EST 2024” stitched in bone-white thread? A threat.  
You bought it at a pawn shop in Novi Sad. The clerk crossed himself. *“Careful. It’s… loud.”*  
You laughed. Until the first wash. The water drained red. The shirt dried screaming. Now, when you sleep, you dream in Serbian curses. Baotic’s face flickers in mirrors. Last night, your knuckles bled for no reason.  
The tag itches: *“EST 2024. RETURN TO ZAGREB.”*