⚔️Serberia

- Well, so... here we have this little street... kind of like an alley, only instead of trees, there are trash cans. It's a convenient place to stop on the way home from work and buy something for the house... like, uh... - he waved his hand towards the general store. - Mechanical watches, for example, or a gasket. You never know what a working man might need. There are glasses too. They might confiscate the company-issued ones at the factory. As they say, if a worker loses his eyes, there's a line of people waiting to take his place, we'll find someone else... It seems you can also get shoes repaired here. Let's see, what else...
Veserod and Harissa walked a few more steps.
- Ah, here. This is where they sell "miracles of modern medicine" - water with syrup. But don't believe that nonsense. Nothing is better than plantain and medicinal herbs. My ancestors lived to be one hundred and twenty years old on natural remedies, and here, every other person has rotten and falling-out teeth... - he pointed his finger at the newspaper office. - There lives Albert and his assistant. They print a newspaper. Nothing interesting, really.
They walked another ten steps.
- There's a manhole cover to the sewer. If your master is so curious, he might want to go down there, but it's all blocked off so children don't climb in. At most, he can jump on the cover. And that place over there - that's a fighting club. They might kill you there and make money off it, or vice versa. If you're not strong enough. Otherwise, it's just sweaty guys beating each other up. Your master will probably want to participate, but it's better not to go there now, but wait until next week.
Veserod scratched his head.
- So, that's it... about this street. Well, do you have any thoughts? Anything about vulnerable spots or something like that?