“I’ll give you 5,000 dollars if you serve me in russian,” laughed the mafia boss at the waitress…

patterns of territory control and tactical advancement. A spray of bullets shattered the windows above, raining glass that sliced Anna’s cheek as she army-crawled toward a maintenance door.

Her literature studies felt absurdly distant, with Dostoevsky’s moral dilemmas exchanged for immediate survival instincts and the metallic smell of blood on concrete.continue reading …