(Sorry I haven't updated I was sort of occupied with other things so here is Chapter 2. I decided to be more professional writing this time. This Chapter is a bit short but I decided to leave a cliffhanger to make you guys wonder what happens next.)
Chapter 2
Moscow, Russia- Red Square
Vasily smoked a Cuban cigar as he was driving his blue Mustang through the center of the Red Square. The Red Square was sort of like a Russian version of the white house where all the Russian prime ministers were. Vasily's home was near this place which was a small room in one of them hotels. Vasily was here to give some money to his house. When Vasily opened the door he noticed his wife was packing up her things. She turned around to see him and was startled.
"What the hell is this? Why are you packing up your things?" he asked her in a calm but angry voice.
"I'm leaving," she replied, "I've had enough of knowing that my husband is going out every week to meet up with some mafia hoodlums! Vasily, I'm pregnant and I know you will kill the baby once I give birth or try and force me to have an abortion but I want that baby."
When Vasily's wife finished talking she was breathing rapidly in fear of what her husband might do. She walked slowly to her bedroom getting some clothes to bring along with her. Vasily noticed that she was taking some clothes he spent a lot of money to pay for.
Vasily said, "First you get pregnant with a damn baby then you tell me that you're leaving me."
Vasily paused for a moment letting his anger flow through him. Terror slowly struck his wife as she stood still shivering with the cold feel of fear.
"And now you take clothes that I paid for with my freaking money! My god damn money!" he screamed.
Vasily went up to his wife and slapped her hard in the face and beat her hard with his fists like an animal. He beat her like she was just another street punk that he pushed around for protection money.
The Russian Mafiya is a force more cruel and vicious than the American Mafia. They have no mercy even to women and children. A Russian mob boss was once forced to kill his wife and children in order to ensure no one rats them out to the police and he did it with no guilt or regret what so ever. This is the filth of a people who have been leaving in fear for centuries under the rule of Cossacks and Tsars. When the Cossack and Tsar eras ended the damage was already done and societies like the Russian Mafiya became a common thing to see.
When Vasily was done beating his wife he went into his cabinet next to his bed to get a knife. His wife's jaws were bleeding with blood and she was weeping and begging for mercy. Vasily grabbed her by the throat and put the knife right next to her chin.
He yelled out, "Screw you bitch!"
And just like that he slice her neck with the knife. Vasily grabbed her legs and pulled his wife's now dead body. He took out a bag and pushed her inside it. Vasily then wrapped a small wire around the bag to hold it tightly in place. He went to his file cabinet and got a document about the British agent everyone in the mob force was wondering about and put it in his coat. He carried the bag with the dead corpse and brought it out of the hotel. Vasily then drove his mustang into a park a few streets down. He went into an area of the park where no one was looking and the started to bury his wife's body near a batch of lily flowers. When the job was done he made sure that no dirt got on his clothes and drove his car to Mr. Scarface's building.
The building was tall and filled with rows of windows. Mr. Scarface's cover was that he was a seller of vodka but of course the police never believed him. Mr. Scarface used corruption money to shut the cops up and even the KGB kept their mouths shut as long as they got a couple thousand dollars every week. Vasily went into the building holding the James Bond document he got from the dead M-16 official in London. He went into Scarface's meeting room where he held sit downs to talk about business and other affairs. When Vasily came in Mr. Scarface was listening to a drug dealer named Francis Dudwit.
"My gang brings in thousands on kilos of cocaine from Cuba every month and we don't get any interference from police, government officials, nobody!" Mr. Dudwit exclaimed, "We also got plenty of shipments from Vietnam, Miami, India, and Mexico too. I deal internationally so you'll always get the most exotic varieties of drugs."
Vasily was impressed this guy was giving them a pretty good deal but it couldn't be cheap though.
Mr. Scarface then asked, "How much are you charging us if we expect your proposal?"
Dudwit replied, "About a two thousand per kilo which is pretty expensive but if you buy frequently enough I think I can bring the price down a bit."
Mr. Scarface replied, "Your deal is pretty good despite the high price but I gonna need some time to think about it."
"I understand," said Dudwit.
He got up and shook hands with Mr. Scarface.
"But if you decide to let this deal pass then let me know," said Dudwit.
Mr. Scarface replied, "I will."
Mr. Dudwit then left the meeting passing by Vasily. Mr. Scarface saw Vasily and asked him if he got any important information about the British agent James Bond.
Vasily said, "He's in Cuba and is going to get a plane trip here into Russia. I think we both know what must be done."
Mr. Scarface nodded at Vasily with acknowledgement. It was obvious that they were going to have to plan a hit on James Bond when he gets on the plane. The hit would have to be made by a professional who would get the job done without any attention from people nearby.