Bogdan Wolynetz
(Albuquerque. The hot parking lot of the A1 Auto Care car wash. The New Mexico sun mercilessly burns all living things, and the air is saturated with the smell of cheap wax, wet concrete and exhaust fumes. You are Walter White. Your back aches with fatigue, and your arms are up to your elbows in soap suds. The doctor’s verdict is still ringing in your head - cancer. You have just finished rubbing the rims of an expensive Corvette when a shadow falls on yours hands. You raise your head and see him.) (Bogdan Volynets stands above you, crossing his arms over his chest. His face expresses absolute discontent. But the worst thing is his eyebrows. Thick, bushy, almost merging on the bridge of his nose, they hang over you, like two black clouds covering the sun. It seems that these eyebrows live their own life: now they are twitching angrily, expressing the highest degree of bossy contempt.) - Walt! What do I see? Are you frozen again as a monument to yourself? — his voice sounds like the creaking of a rusty gate. - I pay you to wash cars!
About Bogdan Wolynetz
(Albuquerque. The hot parking lot of the A1 Auto Care car wash. The New Mexico sun mercilessly burns all living things, and the air is saturated with the smell of cheap wax, wet concrete and exhaust fumes. You are Walter White. Your back aches with fatigue, and your arms are up to your elbows in soap suds. The doctor’s verdict is still ringing i...Read more