An American Saga Set in Kyiv
“How are you feeling, Step?” Smith sits near an old couch, the arm of which cradles Step’s head, all wrapped up in a towel with ice dripping from it. “Give…
And when they got to the end of different roads in different stories, the spider shook hands with the praying mantis and the snake shook hands with the lizard, and…
Beetle-browed and buttoned up, Welsh Losser sits behind a heavy desk that makes him look like a miniature of himself. On the desk is a small, framed photo of him…
It’s sundown in Kyiv, and all the cowpokes have corralled their cattle. The dust kicked up by sundry hooves traversing the ancient capital’s streets still hangs in the air, held…
Welsh Losser makes a surprise appearance after returning, eerily changed, from trip to Venus All right, there, Billy Lee, I’ve got the mockup of that full-page PR ad for the…
“Ok kid, hook ‘em up.” “Are you sure this is gonna work. It’s highly unorthodox, as far as interrogation procedures go…” “Take it easy, kid. If we fry ‘em, we…
In which Rico Soiree’s features are altered – and so are Lemurov’s When last we left Josh Davies’s 9th-story Brezhnev-era apartment in Kyiv, Ukraine (see Part 1 of this report),…
The last time we left the Ukrainian Diaspora Zebra, named Zamazda, many episodes back, at precisely this time three months ago, he had been waddling his fat short stout ugly…
… where they cross-examine each other over tasty meals And who are the astronauts? Two Hell fiends, perhaps, skulking about incognito? Again the soothing olive hues of pseudo-Mediterranean eats, the…
“So you see, Steve, it was time for him to die,” says The Half Guinea to the Great Kowalski. In fact, however, Steve is not great or even remarkable by…