Here’s a slice of fiction about a seductive stranger, a black forest, and a crew on an existential heist. If you get lost in the woods leave a breadcrumb trail. It might save your life.
Written in pieces over a long time with some help from a vodka poster, a Russian documentary, and a mention of Eastern Bloc sci-fi in a magazine. Finished a few years back.
Rated MATURE for drug use and some disturbing imagery. Well, it disturbed me.
Normal non-fiction service resumed soon.