KYIV UNEDITED

“I told him not to fuck with me. That’s all I was trying to say.” “Get that crazy son of a bitch out of here.” Two uniformed police officers guard…

“So then what happened?” “I head over to the Podil-area drycleaners.” “You didn’t get started on the paperwork?” “No.” “You decided to get your suit pressed instead?” “That’s right. My wife’s…

In an Internet chat room, not so far, far away, at this very moment in time, or just a little bit earlier, veteran readers of Kyiv Unedited virtual comics, digital…

“Our next guest knows a little bit about terrorism first-hand, but not at the hands of bomb-toting Islamic extremists…” “Instead, international public speaker and, most recently, celebrated children’s author Welsh…

“Have a seat.” Smith removes his hat and approaches the desk of the older, still well-built man. There’s a plain wooden chair with its back to him, which he withdraws from…

A pile of rubble – charred bricks, shards of glass, and a mangled metal construction frame – occupies the small plot on Pushkinskaya Street in the center of Kyiv, where…

“Hello Stephan, you’re looking well… I almost didn’t recognize you.” … “Would you like some lemonade… just made?” … “Never were much of a talker, were you, son? Oh, don’t worry…

Kyiv, June 23: The so-called Hasidic Strip Bar in Kyiv’s Podil District has been shut down, lowering the heat on simmering interfaith animosity and offering hope that a string of murders…

“Have you got the paperwork on that new guy?” “He’s no longer with us.” “What do you mean he’s no longer with us? He was only just hired.” “Dickerson canned…

“It was that punk, Kowalski.” “How do you know?” “I picked up a tip while on ice.” “On Frunze?” “That’s right.” Dickerson had read Smith’s last report, which clearly included…