Fortune telling for a reporter is interrupted by a police raid on Polka's building, and the necromancer could find himself on the wrong end of a frame-up. Does he have a new enemy, or is he caught in the crossfire between underworld power brokers?
Polka. Polka.
.بولكا. بولكا
Polka, Polka …
Hé, Polka,
Polka. Polka.
Полька! Полька!