Publisher Ferret stops it; vetoes most other major ZZ decisions, pissing the pretentious fat ass off Dear Kyiv Edited Readers: My name is Zippy Zamazda. I’m the chief editor of…

A disinterested MacGuffin drops a major clue; a greedy Zamazda’s interest is piqued; Step presses upon them from behind the door Enter Welsh Losser; the publishing Ferret’s Kyiv Edited office,…

Talking dog-man joins Checkout Team as racist media watchdog “Hey, get out from under that table!” “No.” “Don’t make me come under there after you.” “Leave me alone. I’m lying…

The Ferret wants the script Dark-blue vapors beset and encumber a small stage in an old performing arts building in Kyiv’s Podil. A clattering contraption backstage is used to evince…

“What exactly is it that you request of us?” “I need a job.” “A job, a place to work, or a salary to sustain your material existence on this planet,…

Takes away Sweaty’s accolades, beats him incontrovertibly, wins own fan base, disappears Sweaty Tank Top, publisher of What’s Off magazine, Kyiv’s weekly English-language entertainment rag, having convinced himself somewhere in…

“So where do we stand, Dirk?” “I’d say it’s more like we’re sitting, Step.” “Yeah, and on what – a case that’s undefined and probably unsolvable to boot. I just…

“Good morning, everyone. Kate Mustard here, reporting from 31A Pushkinska Street, the brain center of the city’s window to the world, The Kyiv Poster, now under siege by topless shock…

Will it be possible to bring the fish Boss Lard’s ego? Welsh Losser and The Ferret have arrived in Jurmala – the Baltic Riviera facing the Gulf of Riga in…

The fish is highly pleased, but… In the reception area, before bursting unannounced into Lard’s office… Losser: Say, isn’t that a doglike man sitting there reading the Kyiv Poster? Ferret:…