Being a stranger in this city can land you in hot water, in more ways than one.
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.
Strange, what we will do for family.