No mourners, no funerals.
It passed for good luck.
As if every criminal didn't know its true meaning, that they were nothing but barrel rats crawling through the gutter. They said it, as if they didn't know that one day, they would die and the worl...
Hello, pigeons of Kerch! We welcome you to Ketterdam. Hope you have your pockets and costumes ready. Now there are few things you should know before going ahead.
This fanfic is different than any you've ever read before, not because of the plot (although it's very unique too, if I do say so myself) but because this is not a story in the strictest sense. It's a role-play.
Yes, you heard (read?) it right. We transformed our role-play into a fanfiction.
Here are the amazing people who made it possible:-
