"Serb, actually. I'm from the Balkans." But it was Slavic, at least. "I don't know if you're from mine, either. I've mostly met people that have places like New York, or are from post apocalyptic wastelands. But if you have Balkans, then maybe they are not unlike the ones I grew up in."

He ordered a drink, predictably a vodka, and just shrugged with shoulders that carried an invisible weight on them.

"Not bad, so far. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high." Last time, how he felt in Liberty City? He had been counting on Roman's bullshit stories not to be filled with nonsense.