Punch Drunk

In the heart of Odessa, whispers grow louder about a man in the shadows dismantling the city’s darkest corners, one shattered rib at a time. He doesn’t fly. He doesn’t shoot lasers. He doesn’t even dodge.



The locals call him Пьяный Кулак (P’yanyy Kulak) — “Drunken Fist, a ghost from nowhere who takes pain like water and dishes it out like prophecy. But beneath the bruised knuckles and broken bones lies a truth the world isn’t ready for.



Because while some monsters are born. Others are built.



And this one?

This one’s coming home.



Post World War II from the depths of cold war black sites to the bloodied alleys of Chicago, discover the birth of a new kind of vigilante. A new kind of Hero.