Thankfully for the quality of the Nynsk city guard, their opposite numbers are generally of similar quality. There is very little persistent local crime in Nynsk - the closest the town sees on a predictable basis is the Polzin family's strongarm business tactics. Nearly all the criminals are seasonal visitors - bandits, thieves, and pickpockets who follow the summer trade routes along with the traders that they prey on. The handful of competent guardsmen have their work cut out for them during the busy months, but things always quiet down when the snows start to fall and the lawbreakers head south behind their victims. Not even Nynsk lies beyond the reach of the bratyas, of course, but here their hand takes the form of the aptly-named and perpetually cranky Grim Fyodor. He is there to relay messages for and from the kayazy; but in the absence of any serious crime to organize, he spends most of his time drinking cheap liquor in the bar and privately cursing his bad luck at irritating the underboss and being assigned to what he considers a backcountry dungheap. The rest of the time, he spends drinking cheap liquor and praising his good luck at surviving the underboss's irritation.