I Classici Del Fumetto Nr 01 Corto Maltese May 2026

Rasputin ignores her. He lunges.

As Achille runs off, Corto Maltese lights his last cigarette. The sun sets over the Pearl River, painting the world in shades of gold and blood. He has no treasure. No prize. No glory. I Classici del Fumetto Nr 01 Corto Maltese

A shadow falls over his table. It’s Rasputin, his enormous Siberian frame blocking the light from the oil lamp. The Cossack grins, gold teeth flashing. Rasputin ignores her