The Beginning - 01

"Oi", the thug called out to the other in the local slang dialect of Russian, "You've short-changed me, you sneaky fuck!". He dropped the bag of drugs he was holding and pulled out his pistol, aimed directly at the dealer. His eyes widened and his thoughts became paranoid and schizophrenic, telltales signs of an addict. The other members of his gang and those from the opposite side unsheathed their weaponry as well, the dealer raised up both hands and replied, "Finder's fee, friend. We are not your enemies, don't make us be." The buyer's hands quivered. Both sides backed away from each other slowly, until they were close to their escape vehicles. 'Bang!' The buyer's gun discharged at the dealer, just once, and it missed as he ducked into the car screaming for the others to step on it to get the fuck out of there because the deal went bad. The dealers' crew hauled ass, none of them wanted to shoot at the buyer, his father was a big name in the big bad underworld. The buyer waved his pistol about like he was some supreme bad-ass until he saw who the bullet hit. Even from this distance, he could tell that the kid was a foreigner, which meant that the foreign embassy would get involved and the hammer of blame would fall on him. He fucked up. He rushed his boys into his ride and hopped in. He wanted to be out of there before the authorities showed up. He had a ton of explaining to do.