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.
Roman would not approve of doing something that does not involve big American titties, but I really need to get away from all the pigeons and the crime and the craziness of the city right now.
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.
Before arriving in Liberty City, someone told me, “The war is coming, sretno prijatelju!” – shooting pigeons is not exactly what I was expecting.