"Pronchenko made his money from his comrades' blood. Left the army, did the same thing in civilian life. And, you know, there is worse than him running Russia now. My country was stolen by a bunch of motherfuckers who never shed a single drop of blood for it."
Well, not their own, anyway, or by their own hand.
Someone is killing Russian mobsters, torching their drugs and cash along with the bodies. Naturally, the assumption is that Frank Castle is responsible, but it's not like he's the only dangerous man criminals ever pissed off. Turns out he has a Russian counterpart, and soon the two of them are merrily offing scum together. Well, I say 'merrily'; Frank isn't exactly beaming, but part of the fun is seeing Frank reluctantly accept that he's found a kindred spirit, like when Ron Swanson first met the other Ron. Obviously part of the appeal for Ennis was being able to dig in to the backstory, tell a mainstream superhero comics audience a story of the Soviet experience in Afghanistan, with particular reference to how it parallels the American experience in Vietnam (and indeed, the subsequent American experience in, yes, Afghanistan). But beyond that, he gets to write the Punisher again, something nobody else has done a shade so well, before or since. And especially now Burrows is getting decent colouring, he's the best artistic partner for that since Dillon went to the great pub in the sky. Another brilliant piece of work from perhaps the most consistently impressive writer in comics.