Nothing scandalicious or death-defying escapes the corrupt Mr. V, who has endured decades of booting-off-the-train incidents at Serbian border crossings and mosquito bites in jungles-so-thick-you-can't-see-your-fingers-at-3pm. Fresh from a self-organized 71-day expedition through 10 countries in the nether regions of eastern and central Europe and Turkey where he paid close to $0 for accommodation, he continues to live an austere life, occasionally serenading visitors with his gloriously pitch-imperfect bassy voice. Rumour has it that he has secretly bagged a position as a chief mafia economist who is familiar with neither traditional economics nor Schrodinger equations.
