Yesterday’s slave, who miraculously won his freedom.
A poor man “bought” by a shaman as a husband for his daughter. In essence—just a gigolo. Yes, I sold myself and bargained, driving the price up.
I’m no longer Skvor, but I’m not Max Rudnev yet.
This isn’t the rung I like, but by pushing off from it, you can take another step up. A step toward the respect of my tribespeople, a step toward myself, a step toward freedom…