Chapter One
The Murder of Ivan Braginski

I found myself in the heart of Manhatten 3 days after I killed Roderich. I was in one of the more upscale shops in Times Square, getting expensive suits. I was getting fitted for a new Armani suit, when 2nd in command of the lawfirm, Ivan Braginski walked in to the shop. He childishly smiled at the tailor who was working on my suit. The tailor, a small Italian man by the name of Feliciano Vargas, turned his head and told Ivan he would be a few minutes. Ivan just kept on smiling as Feliciano worked on my suit. I felt my ira beginning to boil up within me. If it weren't for the fact their would've been witnesses, I would've already murdered this son of bitch. I began hearing arguing coming from the back of the store, getting louder in volume.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, you tomato bastard," said one man.

"Yes, you do, Lovi," said the other man, smiling.

"Don't call me Lovi! My name is Romano Vargas!" said Romano, slapping the other man.

"But I like the name Lovi, it's so cute," said the man, rubbing his cheek.

"God damn it Antonio, you say that name again, I'll bust your balls!" said Romano.

"Excuse me, da?" said Ivan.

Both pairs of eyes turned onto him. Romano looked back to Antonio and pushed him back into the stock room.

"Can I help you?" asked Romano.

"Yes, I'm here for a suit I order a week ago, da?" said Ivan, still smiling.

"Last name?" asked Romano.

"Braginski," said Ivan.

"Hmm... ANTONIO! Suit for Braginski!" shouted Romano.

I watched the filthy Russian stand there, smiling that pedophile's smile, as he waited for his suit. This man made me sick! I began envisioning how I would kill him, when Antonio came from the back and gave Ivan the suit. Romano took the suit and went to the cash register.

"That will be $5,764.92," said Romano.

Ivan pulled out his wallet and slapped down a credit card. Romano took the card, swiped it, and handed it back. The sound of the printer roared to life as the receipt came out of the machine. Romano placed the receipt on the desk and told Ivan to sign it. Ivan signed it and took his suit and left. I glared at him as he waltzed out to his Gaz Volga and drove away. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Feliciano's smiling face.

"You're done Mr. Axelsen," said Feliciano.

"Thank you, I'll wear it out," I said, walking to the check out.

Feliciano placed the work order on the counter as his brother rung it up.

"That will be $6,500," said Romano.

I slapped 65 $100 bils onto the counter and took my leave. I got into my new car I had bought and proceeded to go home. Once I had arrived I began plotting on how the murder would pan out. I felt my phone (used to be Roderich's) vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw it was a text message from that Russian asshole.

Roderich,
I'm going to be at Primorski in Brighton Beach at 7pm. I'll be with my sisters Katerina and Natalia. Come on over so we can discuss more business, da?
- Ivan.

My lips curled into a nasty smile. The Russian oaf had led me to him. I looked at the clock and began getting ready. I needed to leave now, if I was going to make it there on time.

========== BRIGHTON BEACH 6:50PM ==========

I pulled into the parking lot with 10 minutes to spare. I searched the parking lot and saw Ivan's car. I got things set in place for how I was going to kill the Russian. I peek in through the front window of the restaurant and saw Ivan with his sisters, eating pierogis and borscht. I pulled out my phone and texted Ivan.

Ivan,
I'm outside the restaurant in the parking lot. I don't want to come inside because your sister, Natalia, scares me to death. And I don't have much time, I'm suppose to meet Elizabeta in 30 minutes.
- Roderich.

I re-read the text and hit the send button. I peeked back through the window and saw Ivan pull out his phone and read the text I had just sent him. I saw him turn to his sisters and watched him get up and head to the door. I zipped back into the parking lot, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. I heard his footsteps getting louder as he got closer. He rounded the corner and I swung my ax down on him. I hit him in the shoulder. He fell down and I began my relentless assault on him. With every swing, I drew more of his blood. I turned him over on his back and stared at him.

"W-who are you?" he gasped out.

"Your worst nightmare," I said, swinging the ax down one last time.

The blade hit his neck, slicing all the way through. His dismembered head rolled to the side, as I removed my ax away from his body. Without a second glance, I wiped the ax clean on his coat and got into my car. I had just gotten to the corner of Ocean and Brighton Beach, when I heard a blood-curdling scream. I smiled as I drove off towards home, but first, I was going to pay a visit to my drug dealer.