081413 #worm In the center of the circle, Krim begins to undulate in time with two of the shirtless men. One of the men is slender, and waves his torso like a sinuous weed. The other man is shorter, huskier, with broad, flat pectorals and a great, grizzled, grinning head. They both wear ragged cut-off shorts; Ltiky can't help noticing how their buttocks and quadruceps flex with the earthen dance they hammer out.