Chapter 17 – Welcome to Black Maria
On the second floor of the bar, Ludmila was gazing at the moon while resting her body on the terrace’s handrails. Emitting faint white light, a Whiteday’s moon. Her hand that was holding a small glass was slightly shaking. Her mind was filled with the scene from one – two hours ago. The thick smell… Continue reading Chapter 17 – Welcome to Black Maria