Roman keeps telling me to explore this city. Wandering around the streets and riding the subway makes me feel like a regular tourist.
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.
You have to stay sharp to survive in Liberty City.
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.