Look who’s back to torment poor Falco. The path of the righteous is beset with all kinds of snares and temptations. What could Volkov possibly offer except creative destruction?
I’m a bit exited about the panel layout in the bottom two thirds of the page. Reading direction: Left to right, right to left, left to right. Does it work, though?
And what has happened to the women abducted by the Pinkshirts between chapter 2 and 3? (A helpful hint to the reader, although it’s the artist’s fault that this comic has been updating so slowly… This chapter has been in the making for SEVEN YEARS and it’s finally done. Finito. Gloria!)
Volkov! <3
The panels in the bottom are quite fancy and they work nicely. : 3
The next to last one may subconsciously feel a bit frustrating to me because my brain thinks there is something else to see in the picture that is obscured by the panel in front of it. But if I read it as a continuous comic instead of closely examining just this page, I probably wouldn't pay attention to it.
I wonder if there is already Falco/Volkov fanfiction somewhere in the depths of the internet … (Falkov? Volco?)
Oo, I do hope there is fan fiction! Come to think of it, the first comic where “proto-Falco” Falk appeared, had a male lead called Wolf. He had a pretty boring North Germanic young-hero personality, except being a werewolf, so Volkov is definitely an improvement, even as a stereotypical bomb-throwing anarchist. I’ve just never before made the conscious connection between them. Wolf was also a lone wolf looking for company.
Interesting point about the second-to-last panel. Yes, much is being obscured, metaphorically speaking…
So Volkov bit the rose? Didn’t see that coming.
I dunno why but there’s something cute about the autoblindo turning her head franticly and making strange noises as she vanishes in the background, like some disoriented animal. Remembers me of the fetishes in kirikou. Or perhaps it is the very strange feeling you often get when you have to face at once the ridiculous and the deadly from italian fascism. Or I look for a pretext not to look at Falco’s despair straight in the eyes.