War's a Buisness
"In the world, there are over 100 million firearms in circulation. That is a gun for every 1 out of 12 people on Earth. Now the question is, how do we arm the other 11?"
War's a business. There are people who live, people who die, and people who make money off it. I'm one of the people in the third category. My name is Yuri Orlov and I am affectionately known as a gunrunner. I was born in Ukraine while it was still the Soviet Union, but my family moved to Brighton Beach. To get out of the USSR, our family pretended to be Jewish. That was probably the only time in history where it was an advantage for being Jewish. But we soon realized that all we did was trade one hell for another.
I live in Brighton Beach, also known as Little Odessa. But to me, it is the same place the Q-train treats it as, the end of the line. Of course, living in Little Odessa, murder was a part of everyday life. Russian mobsters also came over and brought their problems with them. As I said, we switched one hell for another.
The fact is that even with all the mobsters in Little Odessa, the margins are too low. So I decided to go for the real thing. Real wars between countries. Of course my brother, Vitaly though I was fucking out of my mind, but he helped me out anyway. I finally got my first break in Lebanon and then I built up from there. I sold Israeli-made Uzis to Muslims. I sold communist made bullets to fascists. I even sold guns to the Afganis when they were fighting my fellow Soviets. I never sold to Osama Bin Laden. Back then he was just bouncing checks.
Of course I am villianized by many, especially Interpol, but I am pretty good at avoiding them. While shipping, I am very good at trying to dissuade a search. My favorite combination is rotten potatoes in tropical heat. Just think about it. Anyway so my business grew so much that my lies had lies. Just so you know, War's not just war, it's a business. A very profitable (cha-ching) business.