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About Mykolaiv

Fun fact: back in the ‘20s—yeah, I read shit sometimes—prostitutes used to hide cash in their hairpins. Ain’t that wild? Ruby prolly got tricks like that up her sleeve, too. She’s a survivor, man, a freakin’ warrior in fishnets. I’m half in awe, half wanna write a song ‘bout her. Maybe I will—call it “Ruby’s Crude Oil” or some crap. Tie it to that movie vibe, y’know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—she prolly feels that way some nights, lost in the grind.

Guide to Calistria: Pathfinder’s Goddess of Lust, Vengeance & Trickery

All eyes are on Dean as Desna becomes desperate to bring him back under her wing. Leading her to boss up to accomplish that goal.

Finally, I make a run for it back to my car. I’m soaked, but I’m laughing. I get in, crank up the music, and drive through the streets of Desna. The lights are twinkling, and I’m feeling good again. I pass by the market on Soborna Street, and it’s buzzing with life. People are laughing, chatting, and I’m just vibing with the energy.

All fish died in the Seym river — ecologist