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.
Strange, what we will do for family.