You know what the plan was for? God damn European furniture for the president’s new god damn palace.https://medium.com/media/866832b5dafc0654efb18cb5c8666ca7/href

Late Summer 2012

Hans Bergman made his way out of Osh Bazaar with a bad feeling pressing against his sternum. But this time it wasn’t last night’s vodka or this morning’s greasy eggs. No, there was something off about the foreigner who had entered the pharmacy just before Hans had collected his pills and left. It was as if there had been...