Being a stranger in this city can land you in hot water, in more ways than one.
When diplomacy fails, violence is sometimes necessary. And when guns don’t do the job, grenades come in handy.
Today I met some people, men in a war. Apparently things got to them, that is how they ended up like this. I hope it don’t get to me.
When your cousin asks you to buy adult diapers, you know that you are on the wrong path like everybody else in this city.
Tied up in a basement a long way from home, while some ape threatens me with a hacksaw – not exactly how I imagined spending Friday nights with Roman.
When you need the work, you have to accept certain occupational hazards.
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.