Kassra Zargaran felt betrayed by his rocker brothers. He did something he could never have imagined before. Now he has her as his enemy
The avenging angels wore black. One after the other, they entered the door of the “Expekt” betting shop in Berlin-Reinickendorf on January 10, 2014 at 10:55 p.m.
There were thirteen of them. The first was hiding under a balaclava. Others pulled the hood of their jackets down over their faces. Camera footage shows the men, without looking left or right, marching past the counter and bewildered guests, past slot machines, straight towards the back room.
As he was walking, the first pulled out a pistol and held it level with the seam of his trousers. He stepped into the brightly lit, orange-walled room where men sat around square tables and played cards. He turned to his right, stretched his arm, pistol in hand.