When the Wind Blows Against

Alexander was kissing Dimitros sensually on the lips.
They could never have imagined that this kiss would be their last.
Tzanis had secretly set up a trap behind them like the murderous viper, patiently waiting for its victim.
His anger took the form of death.
The deadly blade flashed in the murderer's hand,
a bright reflection that quickly disappeared, as soon as it was nailed deep into Alexander's flesh.
His madness to stab him was not stopped by the sight of the innocent blood flowing like a river on the dirty sidewalk, nor by Dimitros' inarticulate cries of despair, nor by the hands of a passerby, who tried to prevent Tzanis at the risk of turning against him.
He, blinded by hatred, with unstoppable rage, continued to stab again and again the already lifeless body of his son's lover.