“I’d been hired to kill an enforcer for the Russian mob. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure which was scarier— the possibility that I’d be caught by the police for a murder I didn’t commit, or the likelihood I’d be murdered by Andrei Borovkov once he learned what his wife had done.”
The barista was taking his time with my order, and I silently thanked his dedication to the art of a well-squeezed orange. I glanced at his “Hello! My name is” badge. Xan. One of those names that announces the next generation is here, and they craft organic juice like it’s a meditative experience. As the queue grew longer behind me, my orange juice was achieving Zen.
Review for Papaiya Gundan Vol.1 + Vol.2 (Complete)