Niko woke up with a pounding headache and his gun lying next to him on the mattress, it's safety was off and if he had accidentally nudged it in the night he would have shot himself but he was such a badass that he didn't. He could barely remember the night before aside from Roman making him sing along to Heaven and Hell by some crazy American band called Black Sabbath as he danced on the bar at Comrades and helped himself to vodka.

Niko rolled onto his back and looked around the apartment, Roman was already gone, he worked like a chump for only a few dozen dollars a day. Niko was a visionary badass who was above such bullshit. Yawning he picked up his gun and put it in his pocket before getting out of bed, he wanted something to eat. He went downstairs and sadly looked down at the Turismo, it had been such a beautiful car but now it was smashed up and covered in blood. He considered taking it to Jermaine's garage but remembered that he didn't have much money left over after the partying the night before.

"Maybe Jermaine will give me a freebie," he murmured to himself as he crossed the road to the hot-dog stand.

The instant the hot-dog hit his stomach his hangover susbsided and he happily found his strength returning. A moment earlier he had felt like shit but now he felt powerful, he was Niko Bellic once more.

"What are you smiling at?" the hot-dog vendor asked. It was the last thing he would ever say, his face fell as Niko grabbed him and dragged him down an alleyway before starting to punch and kick him. He found a baseball bat and caved the hot-dog guy's head in with it before walking back to the apartment whistling. "They say that life's a carousel," he sang happily before climbing into the turismo and racing off around the expressway in the direction of the homebrew cafe.

"Jacob," he held the phone in his left hand and was licking leftover ketchup from the hot-dog off his right hand, the car was swerving wildly from side to side and other vehicles were crashing into each other to avoid crashing into him, "I need to earn some money, you and Badman got any jobs?"

"Package needs droppin inna Meadow Park. I'll leave it inna transport outside de cafe seen?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Niko replied.

He ended up leaving the turismo outside Jacob's and taking some crappy old piece of shit rustbucket to the drop off. He didn't want to drive it but it was better than risking the turismo, Niko's instincts were rarely off and he could feel that something bad was about to happen and he didn't want his pride and joy hurt in the crossfire. He got to the drop off point and stashed the drugs under a dumpster only to be ambushed!

Quick as a flash, he pulled out his pistol and shot one of them in the head twice before running over to his body and picking up his shotgun. He wondered why they had attacked him instead of waiting for him to leave and grabbing the drugs but didn't have time to worry about it. He cocked the shotgun and blew the head off of one of the other gangsters before marching to the other side of the dumpster and killing the two remaining attackers with one shot.

Calmly, he dialled Jacob, "It's all taken care of Jacob."

"Wicked Niko! Call me if you want more work."

"Easiest couple of hundred dollars I ever made," Niko grinned as he caught a cab back to the cafe to pick up the turismo, and his money. For fun, he shot a few of the customers in the cafe but Jacob didn't seem to mind and even offered to sell Niko discounted weapons if he ever needed them. He headed over to Jermaine's and got the car fixed up; he got a freebie anyway so he hadn't needed the money but whatever.

"Damn, it feels good to be a gangster," Niko laughed as he drove to the cab depot to pick up Roman for another night of drunken revelry. He walked into the office in time to see Vlad, the prick who Roman owed money to, shagging Mallorie on the desk, Roman was obviously not around.

Enraged, Niko pulled out his gun and shot Vlad in the leg, he watched as the fucker fell to the floor gripping his calf and howling in pain. Niko did not even flinch as Vlad called him every name under the sun in half a dozen different languages, instead he looked at Mallorie without emotion as she pulled her skirt down embarrassed. "Whore," he said simply, "Roman will be heartbroken."

"Fuck you yokel," Vlad grunted, still writhing in agony.

Niko laughed and kicked Vlad in the face, knocking him onto his back before shooting him in the chest and head several times each. The bloodlust still raging, he turned the gun on Mallorie but he knew that Roman would not want to see her hurt no matter what she had done.

Roman came running out of the back room, having heard the gunfire, and was amazed to see Vlad lying dead.

"Cousin! What happened here?" fatty Roman asked.

"Ask Mallorie," Niko replied angrily before turning and walking out of the office.

Out in the street he randomly killed someone for fun and then drove home.