Drago
I c**k my head and stare at the thing on a shelf before me. It looks like an ugly child born to high-heeled boots and sandals. I can’t believe that sort of thing exists, not to mention, it’s violet and made of leather-like material. My phone vibrates with an arriving text while I’m trying to decide where someone would wear footwear like that.
11:08 Iliya: We have Bogdan’s logistic guy. I’m bringing him to Naos.
I type a quick reply, ordering Iliya to take the Romanian to the basement, and reach for the violet oddity.
“These, as well,” I say to the store attendant who’s standing a few paces behind me, holding another two pairs of extremely ugly shoes.
Leaving the store, I send a quick message to Keva to find out what my wife is doing. I don’t like the idea of leaving her in t
