Vlad was right about thing: this city is always trying to run you down. Perhaps fighting to the top is the only way to survive.
My people believe in a dark, wet creature covered with hair – they call him Veles, the god of the earth, the water, the forests and the underworld. I do not believe in him, but if he did exist then probably he would have grown up in Bohan – a concrete swamp filled with drug dealers, thieves, prostitutes, and beggars. It is a living hell.
Apparently, some of the Americans do these acrobatics called ‘parkour’ to get to the top, the bottom, pretty much anywhere. Broker is more like an assault course than a playground, but perhaps it will get me out of difficult situations.
After three weeks in Liberty City, I am starting to realize that running is not always the answer to life’s problems – changing plan is sometimes a good thing.
Strange, what we will do for family.