Zavirite, ako se usudite
A series of hollow hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, drilled the notes deep inside Nika’s head, making her jump with the nerves and spill the oil all over the torch and her shaky hands.
Short comic by Valentina Stojković. / Kratki strip Valentine Stojković.
It’s been years since you visited this place. You remember the taste of it and the smell. It hasn’t changed.
“There’s an orgy in room 310!”
“So, what time are we leaving?” Asim asked his sister.
It was the third anniversary of the Sealing of Otranto and St Marco’s square was busier than usual.
Thorsten was livid, the color of his face a fine match to the obligatory uniform.
“Hello, Detective, do come in,” she said in a husky, sweet voice.