My Beginnings; The Life And Times Of Portense Huegendevor

I was born in Mariupol under the steps of a fishhouse brothel. A large Jackal carried my limp carcass from those steps to what should have been a quick and painless death. But the fates had visited that jackal I suppose and I was suckeled by the beast that I would grow to call mamulya. But I soon out grew the den and once upright I knew my destiny lay many horizons away. I said a belabored farewell to my mammochka then quickly snapped the other cubs necks and fastened them into a smart looking three piece fur suit with the wide lapells that were fashionable in the day. Mamulya looked at me confused, but I think proud.