Oleg
Oleg“Hey, thanks, man,” Flynn says when I set down the heavy amp on the stage of a brew pub Friday night.
I almost walk away without acknowledging his words—like my old self would—but then turn back and nod. Story is changing me. Bringing me back to the living. Communicating. Giving and receiving from the people around me. It’s so simple and yet profound.
I’m rewarded with a grin that matches Story’s.
I brought Story to the Storyteller’s gig, and my entire gang came as back-up, but Ravil believes Story and I are safe now.
According to Dima, all interest in me has come down off the dark web. There are no more contracts out to bring me in. I answered to both Kuznets, the new Moscow pakhan, and another bratva boss in Russia. I told them both all I know. I remembered many people who
