Nora Khrystynivka Whore ❤️

About Lviv

She’s got this scar—jagged, right ‘cross her cheek. Says it’s from a pimp, but I bet she fell outta some drunk’s truck. Adds character, sure, but she’s still a mess. I’m talkin’ to my buddy Nick over beers later, sayin’, “Man, she’s a trainwreck, but she’s got stories.” He laughs, I don’t—too busy hatin’ everything. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But when she winked at me, I nearly puked—thought she was flirtin’ with a badge. Nope, just high as a kite.

Composition

So, I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I head down Vulytsia Haharina, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Seriously, the roads here are a disaster. I almost trip over a stray dog. Poor thing looked like it had seen better days. I’m thinking, “Man, even the dogs in Khrystynivka have a rough life.”

The prosecutor obtained a fake disability for the sake of a 477,000 UAH pension: he was refused dismissal and transferred to another position