Image credit: ZA/UM The Bootleg Bazaar in Portofiro is a chimera of ex-Soviet bloc organisms that have nestled together in a robust show of scrappy, second-hand capitalism at its finest. It's an entity I have mostly understood from movies and television and books, and a fairly problematic Russian neighbour in college who enjoyed throwing knives at his closet door for fun (I believe he is now married and owns a paper factory). In Zero Parades: For Dead Spies, the bazaar is specifically coded to the city of Portofiro: an Iberian-inflected corner of a pseudo-European continent that still speaks in sharp ideologies of left and right. But on a higher level, this type of market – a decaying trade hub in conflict with itself, its surroundings, its denizens, and modernity itself – is universal.…