Monthly Archives: September 2015

Rusim needed a drink so they stopped into a local bar. The Moreni was built out of stone and varnished wood in the style of a chalet and stood next to a carpark and bus stop on the main road. … Continue reading →

Zdravko woke at the sound of the car horn blaring. He got to his feet and brushed himself off. “Over here,” he called, then turned to the tree he’d been leaning on with its sawed-off log for a seat. He … Continue reading →

Zdravko got in the passenger side of Rusim’s Opel. Robert Gjoeb’s address was only an hour out of town. According to the latest gossip, forensics were already there. They took a heading south towards Bojana. For a while, both men … Continue reading →

An hour later, Zdravko and Rusim re-emerged on ul. Shesti Septemvri. People were walking by in the sunshine. It was the kind of day you waited a whole year for. Where the light smelled of hunger, and the hunger smelt … Continue reading →

Zdravko followed in last to the briefing room which was known as The Theatre. The Theatre was care of the communists. The communists liked to watch their videos big. Once everyone sat down in the movie style chairs, the lights … Continue reading →

Zdravko made his way through the third floor calmness of Sofia Central Police station and opened the door to Lieutenant Gomenko’s office. The clock above Gomenko said 10.48am. Rusim was standing by the wall to the left, next to a … Continue reading →

I’ve decided to write a book myself, called The Thing Man. Obviously, it will be set in Bulgaria but maybe some of the characters will get to travel, who knows? It’ll start off like this: Zdravko Nestorov frowned at the … Continue reading →