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.



Post World War II from the depths of a Russian Gulag to the bloodied alleys of Chicago, discover the birth of a new kind of vigilante. A new kind of Hero.