It only took a few minutes to get to the SC of the Italians. Knowing that he would most likely sit at a bar stool, Josef decided to not carry his MP7 and left it in the car before getting out and crossing the street towards the social club. There were a few guys hanging around outside of course.

"I'll just stay here and you will take the message", Boris said.

"Got it", Josef said as he exited the car. He continued to the front door but was stopped just before his hand grasped the knob.

"Whoa, whoa. Who the fuck are you?"

"Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?"

"Don't you fuckin' worry about who I am. So again, who the fuck are you?"

"Who the fuck am I? I'm the guy that's looking at fuckin' you. I've been sent here to deliver a message to the skipper."

"Alright. Head on in."

Josef continued to the bar and took up the stool next to Ronnie. He ordered a drink and lit a cigarette, slipping him the note after doing so.

"Letter from the skipper in Moscow", Josef said between puffs.

"It's about fuckin' time. Salut", Ronnie said before clinking glasses with Josef, slipping back a hundred dollar bill, and waving him off.

Josef quickly finished his drink and put out his cigarette before leaving.

Boris was waiting for him in front of his car and smoking a cigarette.

"Back to the boss we go", Josef said.

Boris finished his cigarette and the two left for.

A few minutes later...

"You did good getting past that dago doorman. Now I know you can shoot or talk your way out of things. Hold on a minute", Balalaika said before picking up a phone and dialing a number.

"Dutch. I've two things for you: a job and a new employee. Yes he's good. How good? Hands like Revy, brain like mine, and a mouth like Rock. Yeah, he'll be over soon. Bye."

"You're working for Dutch and Lagoon Company. Here's the address and the directions."

"I'll give 'em a bottle of whiskey when I get there."

"Very classy", Balalaika commented.

With that, Josef left the building and took off in his car.