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Ivan had just jacked a dark blue Oracle and was on his way to Vinewood Hills. He had been making a lot of money from Lamar, Gerald, and had done a job or two for Martin Madrazo too. He did not like working for Gerald. Lamar was okay though. He understood Neto's sentiment on Gerald. It was one thing if Lamar couldn't give as much money since he wasn't as well connected as Gerald or at least he wasn't the one with the know about drug deals in town but Gerald was and yet he still couldn't give a decent wage. Ivan's cell rang. "Hello?"
"Hey, Ivan it's Paul, listen I appreciate your help after...you know..."
"Not a problem. Are you okay? It really would have been better to take you to the hospital but you insisted...you passed out so I went to get help. You were gone when I came back."
Paul said, "Yeah...I had a trippy dream. Woke up and saw a bottle of Niagara I don't know what the fuck that was about I dreamed I was drinking it then I come to and see it and the same song I heard in my dream was on the radio...the fuck."
Ivan chuckled. "Yes well I do not know about the radio friend but the alcohol is what you said you requested don't you remember? After we dug a few out of you and I said I had no pain killers I asked what kind of alcohol you like you said you don't really drink but that you had tried Niagara King and that it was not so bad. I went to get some and found you passed out. I went to go get help after than but you had left. Did you at least drink it?"
"Yeah. I'm no drinker like i told you but I didn't want to have you waste your money. It did help with the pain after all. Before they really had more advanced medicine like during the civil war alcohol was used when people needed a limb cut off..."
Ivan turned off West Eclipse, "Well luckily for you this is not the case. Listen, I really need to get going I'm on my way to a meeting. Business associates yeah? But I will call you later maybe we get a drink for real, yes?"
Paul started to say, "But I don't drink...now weed..." Ivan cut him off. "With me you are going to drink," He hung up. He drove uphill towards the mansions. He saw a Caucasian woman in a pantsuit showing a younger couple a house, hee figured she was a real estate agent. All though Ivan despised capitalism and has seen what capitalist America had done toother countries first hand when traveling after the war had ended it only strengthened his communist convictions and anti capitalist sentiment but he had to admit these looked like very nice places to live.
They had swimming pools, probably at least one maid, very large space multiple bedrooms and a view of the city. He wouldn't have as much of a problem with the free market if more people got to live like this. Not just a few. He wanted to find his father in the hopes that they could restart the Soviet Union and get the movement back. He knew his father would be old by now but grandpa who had been in the Red Army against the Nazis had been around when Ivan was young and still was today he was just in his nineties. He was just back in Russia now.
He had stayed with him for the longest too. Though he had started off speaking English since Ivan lived in Russia from 1989 to 2008 he became better at speaking the language than English and had almost forgotten how to speak English all though in the time after his moms death in 89' and the official end of the Soviet Union in 1991 he had done a few missions for the KGB what little they could do left. They had still helped more with the Anti Apartheid movent, at least grandfathers contacts had. With father in government custody and mother dead there was little left the KGB could do they were after all two of the best agents they had.
He pulled the car up to the buzzer and rang it. "Who is it?" Demanded a gruff voice with a thick accent. "I am here to see Mr. Markovic, please," There was no response but the gate opened and he pulled up. He got out of the car and suddenly a Caucasian man with dark hair tied back in a pomytail, brown eyes, standing about Ivan's height came out drawing a Desert Eagle on him. "Who the fuck are you?" He demanded. Ivan told him, "I work for your father. Put the gun down."
The man yelled, "Shut up! You do not tell me what to do. I will see for sure if you are lying or not. For now let's start with you putting hands on your head, yes?" Ivan told him, "You point a gun at me you better shoot, asshole. I've been on the brink of death my entire life, Skatina!"
The man chuckled, "I have shot many men before do you want to be the next?" Ivan told him, "Mne pohui! You have no balls if you don't shoot me now but I don't see a silencer on that Desert Eagle so the whole neighborhood will hear you. This isn't Davis. You can't just fire a gun and expect no police to come."
Just then another stepped out. Ivan recognized Andrei. The man came out and said, "No, Grisha! That is Ivan Azarov he's one of ours. He worked for us before he took care of the bikers for us."
Grisha yelled, "Shut up you fucking idiot! Nobody asked your opinion!" With his attention diverted Ivan withdrew the Uzi he had tucked up and aimed it at the Russian mobster. "I don't want to kill Mr. Markovic's son but if it's down to you and me I sure fucking will!" Grisha demanded, "Why don't you want to kill me? I want to kill you!"
Ivan sneered, "It's not that I don't like killing assholes like you. I just don't want to make an enemy of Mr. Markovic," Just then two more bodyguards came out as well as the boss. "Grisha! What are you doing you idiot? This man is one of my men."
The son reluctantly said, "He is a soldier in your crew, papa?" The older mobster yelled, "No you idiot! He is free lancer and who I choose to do business with and use to run errands for me is my own choice," The older man grinned at Ivan though as his son lowered the gun, "But I would like to have him as one of my own. Any man who could take on so many Lost gang members without help has earned my respect. Ivan, you must forgive my son and his rudeness. Come in, friend you are our guest."
They walked in and they went through the living room seeing the large TV screen the entertainment center and the fancy furniture. He took them into a room with a bar in it and behind it was a tall blonde haired man in black slacks and a purple and white silk shirt.
. "Jerkov , on the rocks," Ordered the Russian mobster. Grisha ordered the same. Markovic turned to Ivan, "And you my KGB friend what can I get you? It's on me this is the perks of being boss. Open bar..."
"I'll have a shot of Harry Bean Bag."
The older gang boss laughed at that but nodded for the blonde to pour the drink. "Kentucky bourbon...you have been away from the motherland for too long my friend," Ivan took the shot in one gulp. "It's not so much that I don't enjoy a good Vodka. I just think what is the point of coming to the USA if not to try the different kinds of alcohol they have? I was told Ireland is the nation with the most drunks but I think it might be this country."
The older man was amused. "Diversifying. How very American. Good boy! Good boy...now...since you are here I must ask a favor of you. One you will be well compensated for of course."
Ivan wasn't sure what to make of this man's sudden politeness as opposed to last time. This wasn't to say he wasn't paid well for the job in Chumash but the man had been a dick before and Martin Madrazo whom Ivan had been introduced to and who Ivan had heard a lot of nasty rumors about based on reputation, was more polite. Perhaps he was just having a bad day. Those bikers can be assholes. "What can I do to help?"
"These idiots in Los Santos they think they can do whatever they please and never have to pay up. You see there is a new kind of business in town regarding the prostition industry. See pornography is basically legal prostitution it is funny the hypocrisy of this country that they see the working girl on the corner as shameful and a pimp as an exploiter of women but a pornstar... and the porn producers are they not still a whore and a pimp? Even men who look down on prostitution on the streets watch this. They argue that women are choosing to do this. Let's face it this is the oldest industry in the world."
Ivan shrugged. "Well I think there is a lot of people who oppose pornography for the same reasons. That it exploits women. Sure there are men who do pornos and men who are prostitutes but there are not nearly as many and it's not like the sex slave trade is mostly males it is usually women and little girls. A truly sick business."
Markovic set his glass down and signaled for a refill. "We are not here to argue semantics Ivan. My point is this. One is illegal the other is legal. Back in Russia I was able to have my prostitution as long as I paid the authorities off to look the other way. Even in Liberty City this is easier. But in this city you have independents trying to set things up here. Instead of girls working the corners there is a business that allows women to instead be in safer environments and have webcams set p for private shows, amateur videos. They make a killing! This could be the prostitution of the future. I had a business arrangement with one of the men who owns such a company. A snake in the grass. He tried to pass himself off as a legitimate capitalist but in reality he is just a low rate pimp with delusions of grandeur. I invested money into this business of his and then the bastard had the nerve to cut me out."
Grisha chimed in, "Yes and with their porno cams it all looks legal so now when we try to run prostitutes in this city, in downtown, in Vinewood, our way is illegal but they can always try and make their business look like a porn site for beginners so now they even have IRS tax returns. No undercover police no investigation. They are going to put us out of business when our girls on the street realize that they can always go there and have more say in who they sleep with."
"I want back what is mine and since this fuck head has been making more money since he had security escort me off premises I want it all. You...Grisha Andrei and Sven will go and shut their business down. Actually there are two of them. Investors. Take them both out!"
Ivan was given another drink which he finished and said, "Well Mr. Markovic...I'd better be on my way then."
He had his weapons he had purchased over the weekend in the trunk. Andrei rode up front only because he was so large that he needed the extra space and almost didnt fit. Grisha and Sven sat in back. Sven had a Remington 870 shotgun. Andrei had an old school had a 1-80.
"We are not taking that car...we can't fit that fat ass in there," Remarked Grisha referring to Andrei. He had a garage opener and they went inside he gave the keyes to Ivan "You think a vehicle you own is smarter than a stolen car like mine?"
Grisha chuckled. "No you idiot. Some dead beat low life owed me money and he didn't have it so I broke his legs and then took his truck. It just happens to come in handy when dealing with a fat pig like this"
Ivan scowled as he got in the drivers seat and the large subordinate climbed in back with the quite one, Sven in between them. "You probably shouldn't insult the man who keeps you and your father safe so much. It might make him not want to take risks like this for you anymore. I'm just saying."
Grisha kept his weapon on the floor of the truck and he used a magazine to put a line of coke on. He began to section it off. "What the fuck, man? You're doing this shit when we're about to go take care of some serious shit?" The man snorted and said, "Hey...I'm the bosses son that makes me the boss when he's not around. We're all adults here, yes? Nothing wrong with a little nose candy. You need to chill out my friend. Take a bump yourself."
Ivan snarled, "No thank you as you can see I have to fucking drive. Jesus Christ man were you born yesterday? You can't seriously be this much of an idiot."
Grisha turned toward Sven. "Comrade you are going to let this yokel talk this way to me?" The quiet man said, "I am under orders from Mr. Markovic. Not you. He says to do whatever you tell me to do regarding our job but he said nothing about doing anything towards our driver."
Grisha chuckled bitterly but took another line to the head. "You know...Ivan...this krest'yanin in the back...is former KGB just like you...difference is he carried out a lot of missions for the motherland. I know all about you Ivan...you worked for Mikhail Faustin back east...he was a good man and Dmitri. An even better man...some Serbian fucker unjustly killed both of them...so you are well known...you killed many men for Kenny Petrovic too...it seems like you were of more use to Russian syndicate in the USA than you were to the Soviet Union, no?"
Ivan retorted as they drove, "I wouldn't expect some piss ant kid who wasn't even born yet to understand. You're what, in your late twenties, early thirties? You know nothing of the struggle of Russia. I got in late when it was falling apart but i did serve the cause for as long as it was still around."
Grisha offered some cocaine to Sven who silently obliged. "Who gives a fuck? Communism was a shitty system. My father was KGB too. Both Andrei here and my father have killed men that worked for the IAA. On one hand this is admirable. On the other is is fucking futile. The Soviet Union has been over for twenty two years. I love the Bravta but i am tired of so many dinosaurs who were with the KGB or the army or kremlin looking at the past with such nostalgia. For what? So our government could let people start just so that we could compete wit the US of A in the arms race?"
Andrei spoke up, "It is not so good of you to speak badly about the KGB. If not for my sake then your fathers he would not want to hear about that," Grisha remarked, "Shut the fuck up! Nobody asked you for your opinion you overgrown peasant!" He nudged Sven with a laugh, "Ahhh...how does such a man get so fat in a country with so many people starving? Yes, I know the radiation from Chernobyl made him radioactive and get bigger like a cockroach in that video game Nuclear Holocaust."
He laughed at his own joke while nobody else did. "You will not mention what I have said about his faggy Soviet Union to my father if you want to keep your tongue. Russia is much better with capitalism."
Ivan snorted. "Are you sure of this? Because the current president is a fucking asshole. He censors feminist rock bands and he tries to keep gay rights suppressed."
Grisha declared, "The faggots and the dykes need to keep it in the closet! What do you expect? He is with the orthodox church. Religion needs its time to shine again. The USSR was such an immoral country because of its state atheism. Why should you care either way? You are not some feminist rug muncher so are you a faggot? Do not try and outwit me, Baba Yaga. The reason I even mention all of this about your past and Andrei's past is that even in Andrei did more for the Soviet Union than some scrawny shit heel rat exterminator living in Hove Beach could dream of, he is just a dog. He does whatever we tell him. He is expendable and if a man with more of a respectable career in the secret police than you is expandable what the fuck do you think that makes you?"
He looked in the rear view at Andrei's angry expression as he held on in the back knowing he could hear the conservation. Ivan decided to stick up for himself and for Andrei. "I know what i am not, Grisha. Some coke head with no balls hiding behind an empire his father created and not him."
He saw the larger man in the back smirk at this. "You do not have any idea what I did. I put sweat and blood and tears into this empire! My father is an old timer he runs the organization for now but he needs to retire soon. Young blood must watch over the family. Who do you think goes around making sure people pay up when Andrei is not around and when my father needs somebody? We only got Sven into this country just last week only because papa was friends with his father. Who do you think gets things done around here when we don't have some low rent hoodlum like yourself to do jobs for cheap?"
Ivan ignored his insult and came back with his own. "Grisha..I can tell you are from Russia too and were probably just a child when the union fell but you are in America so let me tell you the way it works in this country. It's look the part, be the part. Not look the part and hide behind daddy every time you feel insulted or threatened."
Finally they arrived at a building just off Vinewood boulevard which looked like some kind of hotel.
Ivan had a Calico M960 with a fifty round mag and he had three of them and three 100 round mags. On top of this he had a Glock 19, and an Astra 680 Magnum with an eight round cylinder in case he should run out of ammunition for his more used . On top of this he had three grenades as did the other three Russians. "All right gentlemen...the moment of truth...Just remember one thing do whatever you have to if somebody threatens you but try not to destroy shit. The more you destroy the more the family had to pay for to fix."
They each put Baklavas on and burst through the door Ivan spotted a large armed bodyguard standing at six foot six. One on one Ivan would have a hard time even with training taking him down the man was much taller and much more muscular but Ivan had the weapon advantage and before the man could go for his gun he rammed the man in the face with the weapon knocking him out. "Nobody fucking move!" Yelled Ivan. Grisha demanded walking up to one of the girls, a petite blonde wearing a red negligee, "Where is Frank? Or that cocksucker Greg?!" The girl, whimpered, cowering, "I don't kn..." He silenced her forever with a pull of the trigger from his AK. The man behind the front desk, a balt fat white guy in his fifties came out from behind with a shotgun which he discharged aiming at Grisha just barely missing. Ivan almost wanted to let him get the younger Russian punk but the man racked another load and Grisha was standing too close to Ivan for it to not also hit him too. Ivan wasn't sure if this was intentional or coincidence.
Ivan let the man have it with sixteen rounds ten hitting him in his black shirt and the guy cried out collapsing against the shelf full of alcohol. The last six hit him in his throata all the way to his chin. The man fell dead his far body face down on the counter. Several bodyguards emerged, Ivan counted at least seven. Andrei screamed with rage as he fired hitting one of the bodyguards, a Caucasian male with brownish gray hair in a ponytail, sideburns, wearing a black shirt and gray jeans. He hit the man in his stomach and at least one hit right into the left hip. The man collapsed falling four floors as he fell over the railing. Just then out of one of the rooms emerged two women, one a Caucasian a woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes, fully naked, the other, an African American woman with dark skin and short too was naked except for her bra loosely strapped around one shoulder but her breasts ounced more so as she ran. They both had fear in their eyes as they saw Ivan who was nearest to them.
Behind them was an African American male of about five ten with a shaved head putting jeans on. He had a tattoo on his stomach that read DHFG Andrei was near Ivan too and the black man fired a Glock at them. Andrei took two bullets one in the abdomen and another in the side. Andrei grunted with pain seemingly unfazed. Ivan backed him up before the black man could fire a third as he was aiming for the head while the two women ran looking to escape the gunfight, Ivan fired hitting the man in the right shoulder and four more slugs hit him in the chest. The man fell to the floor but didn't drop the pistol until Ivan put two more rounds each in both hands.
Andrei ran in and grabbed the man throwing him over one shoulder as though he weighed nothing. He carried the bloody gang member. "Man fuck yall...who shoots up a whore house...?!" Andrei carried him using him as a human shield as they advanced up the stairs, Sven and Grisha having already taken out three bodyguards on their own but more were coming. They opened fire at Andrei but the gang banger took four of the bullets in the back while the rest missed. "AHHH! LET ME GO YOU MOTHERFUCKER...! THE HOMIES FINNA LIGHT YOU UP!"
Andrei reached the third floor but proclaimed, "I don't care," With that he threw the gang member over the side and let the already critically wounded man fall to his death the trauma of the fall killing him. Ivan fired at a bodyguard, a man of Chumash descent, unloading the last of the fifty rounds into his head, the rounds chipping away at the flesh around his bottom lip and destroying his teeth but Ivan took several rounds in the chest and also in the back he was lucky to have super heavy armor but as the rounds hit him from both sides and he collapsed.
One of the shooters, an Asian male with greasy black hair wearing gray slacks and a black t shirt yelled, "You're attacking our business you must be fucking crazy!" He was holding an M-16 variant and as Ivan fell down some stairs he realized he had armor on so he aimed for the head. Luckily for Ivan a loud bang sounded off and a large cloud of smoke added to the smoke already there and the body guard was cut down the blast hitting him in the stomach ripping it open and caused him to break through the wooden railing as Sven fired another blast. Grisha andt Andrei were going room to room to make sure there were no hostiles.
Andrei ran dry after killing three. He came into a room where paying customers could also play pool and as he started to slap the magazine home he was hit from behind with a pool cue. A man of South Korean descent had used the stick. There were three other guards, two African Americans, and a man of Puerto Rican descent from Pittsburgh . They all tackled him without using their guns and started bombarding him with blows. Andrei seized the man who had hit him with the pool stick and threw him onto the pool table. The man got to his feet blood running down the side of his head as he hit it on the tables corner. He grabbed one of the balls and threw it at him. Andrei's lips were busted open but the gigantic Russian growled grabbing the table and jerking it upward with all his strength lifting it causing it to tip over and the man fell off the table hitting the back of his head near the corner pocket cracking it open.
Andrei threw a punch hitting the guy from the east coast in the face sending him sprawling back and he exchanged blows with the other two proving to be much stronger. They grabbed pool cues of their own and one of the African American guards, a darker skinned black man growled, "Come on baldy...let's see what you got!" He swung it hitting him in the shoulder as hard as he could and the big gangster grunted but he grabbed the pool stick breaking it in half over his knee meanwhile the other guard aside from the Puerto Rican swung and this one broke over his back. Andrei took a piece of the broken stick and stabbed the man who had taunted him with it in the ribcage on his right side. The man shrieked in agony as blood gushed from the puncture wound but Andrei shut him up by jabbing the other piece into his larenxh blood spraying all over the room.
The other guard tried to go for his own gun but Andre hit him with a striped ball in the back of the head throwing it. The man fell forward on the floor and he tried to get up but the big man kicked him i n the gun so the guard rolled in pain on the floor. Andrei used one of the other pool sticks to hit the out of towner guard in the face and he watched as blood gushed from his nose at the impact.
Andrei hit him again winding him as he hit him in the stomach then he hit him in the face. He then tossed it towards him and the guard though shocked, caught it and was about to try and use it on him but it was a distraction and th big Russian grabbed both of the shorter man's legs and lifted upwards holding him over the balcony. The man screamed in terror but he let him fall however he did not fall straight down the man hit his head on a lower balcony snapping his neck. Andrei went back to the room to get his gun where the last guard who had a bloody nose and lips from the exchange had gotten ahold of his own MP5 but Andrei threw the 8 ball at him beaming him in his forehead. The man's head snapped back and he grabbed another ball and clobbered him over the head with it. The man bleed and was either dead of unconscious. Whatever it was he was not a problem now.
Meanwhile Ivan fired his sidearm hitting the other bodyguard who had shot him, with five rounds in the left leg one round striking in the knee cap. He took his reloaded SMG and fired hitting the man in the stomach several rounds penetrating the gull bladder another in the kidney. Whores ran all over the place, screaming as did customers and a few were crawling on the floor hit by stray bullets from both sides. Two guards on the top floor opened fire with AK-47's. Ivan took a few rounds but he scurried to cover beneath the balcony to where they could not see. The vest barely held out. Ivan then remembered he had grenades. He pulled the pin and came out to throw one up at them. He got back to cover and he heard the deafening blast.
He wondered if he had gotten anyone. A blown off arm with muscle and bone hanging out of it gave him his answer as well as a half destroyed head. "Tell us where the fuck Frank is you assholes!" Yelled Grisha. "Fuck you! We were right to tell the Markovic family to go to hell!" Just then a sniper bullet barely missed Ivan as he advanced. A man with a Parker Hale M85 sniper rifle was shooting at them.
The man fired hitting Grisha just managing to graze him but the younger Markovich fell on the ground and Ivan knew he would try and shoot again but Sven and Andri fired at him to force him to relocate which he did. "Frank and Raymundo would never do business with you commie fucks! Go eat some potatoes in your gulag!"
Andrei in a surprising fit of rage pulle the pin on one of his own frags and yelled, "You insult motherland?! I SHOVE GRENADE UP YOUR DICK HOLE!" He threw it up like a quarter back near where the sniper was. It went off and the man cried out in pain but Ivan wasn't sure whether he died or was wounded. He went up to check. Meanwhile Sven and Andrei destroyed several cameras in rooms and Sven even used a grenade on one of them causing a fire. "No! You idiot!" Screamed Grisha. "Papa said we would have to replace everything we destroy and you cause a fucking fire?!"
Sven told him calmly, "The police will eventually get here and the firemen too. They will not let this place burn to the ground. I even shut door behind me," Ivan suggested as he climbed the stairs, sore from the gunshot trauma through the vest, "I don't think you should worry about that right now! Let's focus on getting out alive."
He spotted the sniper still wounded who had his left foot blown off and he could see blood on his pants and holes and fresh wounds so he had taken shrapnel. The man was unable to fire the gun, an Armenian American born in Los Santos, with gelled hair a gray silk shirt and black slacks, he looked at Ivan with contempt and reached for a .32 which he kept as a sidearm but Ivan fired his magnum hitting the man once in the gut below the navel another above it and he stepped forward as the man coughed up blood, red bubbles forming as the dark eyed sniper looked up helpless yet still angry at Baba Yaga. Ivan forced the gun into his bloody mouth. "Why don't you suck on my sweet potato, yes?" With that he fired and blew the man's brains out of the back of his skull.
Meanwhile all opposition was dead. A few women were cowering but Grisha tried to reassure them they were safe. "Ladies there is nothing for any of you to fear. We will have this mess cleaned up in no time at all. This was all intended for that scum bag Frank not any of you. We will keep you protected and operational business as usual. We will even bring in some of our girls off the street so many of you won't need to work as hard or as long but you still get paid good."
He walked up to a crying woman, a brunette caucasian with blue eyes in black bra and panties. "Smile! This is a good day!" They finally high tailed it out of there loading up into the they drove out they took their masks off. The ex KGB agent yelled at the mobster, "What the fuck did you kill one of the women back there for? That was uncalled for!"
Grisha acted puzzled. "The pretty dark haired one? What are you talking about, mudak? I did not kill her I let her live," Ivan rolled his eyes as he drove, "I was not talking about her stupid, I meant that girl you shot when we first got in there!" Grisha said, "She was playing dumb. I have no use for a whore who plays dumb. Besides, if you had such a problem with it then why didn't you say anything at the time?"
Ivan replied, "I didn't exactly have time there was a bunch of guys shooting at us. We had the element of surprise we could have gone in there and caught everybody off guard and disarmed everybody without firing a shot. I've done this before!"
"So what? Those men were shooting at us! What were we supposed to do? Let them shoot us just because I wasted one no good whore?" Ivan didn't like what he was saying. "She didn't know where he was and we searched the entire building he wasn't there you would have recognized him. The reason those men were shooting at us is because we killed one of their girls. No..that is you killed one of their girls. Maybe I should have let them shoot you and called it a day. Maybe I would have still forced them out but I could have told your father you were killed in the gun play!"
"If you had done that, trust me, mudak you would have been dead too. This shit for brains peasant Andrei might be fat and slow but Sven despite his silent nature is very loyal. He would have put a bullet in you. Quit being a pussy. If you cannot handle this kind of work then you need a new profession!" I was thinking so myself.He thought.
They drove a while and Ivan remarked, "That was way too close for my comfort!" Grisha grunted, "Yes but we get what we wanted. Frank was not there. Neither was his ghetto gang banger friend but they will be back or they will come looking for us and when they do they will rue the day they crossed me and my father!"
Ivan tried to be more realistic about it. "I'm not sure this is what will happen. We just left a lot of bodies in there and in case you hadn't noticed there was afew girls and customers who got shot too. I promise you nobody is going to that brothel again. I'm sure the cops are going to figure out it was a prostitution ring anyway and shut it down but even if they don't none of the girls there will feel safe anymore and i don't see how you an do a hostile takeover with that many dead people. There will be L.S.P.D. investigation. We should have just burned it to the ground. You should just be happy you shut the business down and the competition is beaten but to think you will be able to run it is foolish."
Grisha would not accept this. "Bullshit. The heat will die eventually and even if i does not we can always do the same thing in an even classier area than Vinewood such as maybe Richman or Rockford Hills. Vinewood is nice area and is full of celebrities but you also have criminal element too plus druggies and transsexual hookers."
Ivan joked, "Well then that should be right up your ally," The gang under boss snarled, "Screw you. By the way I must ask since one of those men you killed were part of a Families gang in Davis what is your relationship with the ballas?" Ivan was honest. "Not so good at all. Many of them have tried to kill me and I killed them."
He made a tsk tsk sound. "This is not good, Azorov. The Ballas and our organization are business partners. When the cold war was ending a lot of my fathers men and my father himself was supplying those boys in South Central with many Kalashnikov and even a Dragonuv here and there to take out their enemies. If you do become part of this crew we need to address that."
"I am not joining the crew. I will still work for you if you have work for me but I am strictly a mercenary who offers service for hire. I refuse to be anybody's slave. Also even if I was to join with you I could always just stay behind on any deals with the Ballas."
"Maybe. We can put that aside for now at least you didn't kill any Ballas today. Too many people think it's good to be in the families and consider them allies but to me they are overrated assholes who get way too much attention. It's time a new street gang was the prominent one again. The Families busted up deals of ours with the Ballas in the past they attacked us just because we help their enemy. They did not respect the free trade rights we have. I'm not even saying I necessarily care for Ballas either but I'd trust them before the Families. Never trust a group that used to pride themselves on being anti drugs and then become dope dealers after all. A man with no constitution is no man at all."
He lit a cigarette and sighed, "We all came close to meeting our maker. Andrei took a couple of bullets but we have best doctor in city at our disposal and he may be dumb as a rock but is tough as nails. As for you i will tell father you did very good and that we are impressed. You might need attitude adjustment but you are good worker. With any luck we should have these porno camera businesses up and running again."
He was just glad that they had gotten the fuck away from the cops not wanting to be caught. They pulled the truck up to the house. The three men got out and Grisha told him, "Ivan...I don't think I need to tell you this but my father would want you to get rid of the truck. I don't care how you do it just take it away from here it's going to end up on an APB for the Los Santos police."
He drove away and began to head off to deal with it.
He drove down towards LS Harbor he knew there would be part of it that would be secluded enough he wasn't sure if he should blow it up or just dump it in the water. He had a bit of a drive to decide.
2008
Blow Me
Packie pulled the Willard up to the housing projects. A member of the Hustlers looked at them setting his beer bottle down, a dark skinned African American man with a white do-rag a black puffy coat over a gray long t shirt and baggy stonewashed jeans. The man had narrow eyes and a scar on his face from is right cheek to his upper lip because of a knife fight he'd had two years ago with a fool from the Firefly Projects. "Fuck ya'll doing in my neighborhood?" Packie said, "Easy, pal...we're just here to see Dwayne."
One of the man's homies a man with a crew cut and earrings wearing a blue and white puffy jacket scoffed, "Yo money you think these two are five oh or what?" Gordon chuckled, "Don't you think if the pigs were gonna send a narc down here they'd send a guy that looked a lot more like youse?" One wearing baggy jeans a black wife beater and Hinterlands flexed but then he thought about it. "Yo he might have a point son. The smart ass one look like a fiend too. Yeah...you like that cocaine don't you huh motherfucker..."
The initial guy addressed Packie, "Man if you're looking to score why didn't you just say so? There aint nothing Dwayne has up in his crib that I can't get to you faster."
"Sorry lads...I need to speak to the manager about filling out an application. I'm Packie McReary. I haven't ever met the man before but me and my family worked with Playboy before. That guy was a superficial asshole. Too loud."
The guy said, "Aight I'll show you where he's at then just to make sure you two aint fucked up in some way. You may not be five oh but you could be one of those fiends that gets crazy."
Gordon got a demonic look in his eyes as they walked past. "Oh yeah...I'd sell my little sisters ass for a fix."
The guy in Hinterlands said, "The fuck.,..? What's wrong with you boy? Aint you got any morals? I mean I aint a saint but damn draw a line somewhere! I should fuck you up right now!"
Gordon said, "Oh I know where to draw the line. Right in the dirt where I tell her to bend over. She's real young you know? She;s seventeen going on eighteen but she's tasted eighteen ever since she was eight."
The guy scowled, "What's wrong with you? Were you dropped on your head as a kid? The pigs NEED to come lock you up motherfucker...your ass needs to be behind bars."
Gordon grinned evily. "Oh we can get the LCPD in on it. We can tie her up and let the cops gang fuck her. You want in on the action? I'm sure the guys that walk the beat around here would pay top dollar for trim like her. We can do five at a time. Shit we can make a thousand dollars an hour off her! Come on, man! It's a gold mine! $50 for vaginal $100 for anal. $200 for her to go pussy and ass to mouth."
The man was uncomfortable. "Dude..do you have to go door to door in your neighborhood and let people know you're a sex offender? Cause if you don't there's something wrong with that."
The first gang member said, "Reggie chill out bro. Go have a smoke or something holler at one of the honeys round here just fall back."
The guy left but said, "You aint right!" The gang member asked, "Why ya'll making my boy nervous? We don't like sex predators round here," Packie rolled his eyes, "He doesn't even have a fucking sister he's full of shit."
The gangster knocked on the door. "Yo D! Got a couple of snowflakes here to see you, man! Irish by the sound of em."
The door opened and an African American with a shaved head wearing a white shirt and a greenish jacket over it answered holding a Mac-10. "Who are these guys, son?" Packie said, "Don't you remember? We called you earlier. We're here about that you know what. I'm Patrick Mcreary. Friends call me Packie. This yahoo is Gordon Seargant."
Dwayne looked at him with uncertainty. "Fine...come in..Chambers..you can wait outside we're good in here," The man asked, "You sure, son?" Dwayne nodded. "Yeah I got this just in case shit goes south."
He told the two to take a seat. "What do you two want? I'm a busy man but I don't want company right now. So you said you knew Playboy right? Did you know he tried to have me killed?" Packie said, "I didn't but I can tell you this much..you know who my family is so you know who Francis is. He had his own brother killed by a snake I thought was my friend."
Dwayne had a look of pain from memoy in his eyes. "That's fuckin cold...I was almost killed too by a dude I thought was my best friend and he was killed by one of the few friends around here I got. Growing up in the neighborhood you think loyalty means something and you think you can't trust people who aren't from here. That was a code I lived by but now I don't know what's real anymore."
"We're sorry to hear about Playboy. And it's good you had a true friend to save you. I wish I could say for my oldest brother You think people are your friends and they end up not being. I can't say I liked the guy but he paid well. My other brother Gerry he had us work with him just to keep us afloat. This town, our family the neighborhood everything's seen hard time. Now he's practically a lifer. Anyway, our two brothers did business yours and mine so maybe we can?"
The gang member lowered the Mac-10. "I don't know. How do I know you won't try and stab me in the back? I won't put with betrayal. Had too much of that around here."
Gordon spoke up. "We just want to make some money off the coke we took from some guineas and you have a lot more of a local network. Us we have to be careful we're mostly running out of Dukes. That's not to say we can't make a little dough with coke deals at bars but we don't have nearly as many soldiers on the streets as you do."
Dwayne raised the weaponn again. "Your family worked with the mob before and now you're telling me you've ripped them off before? Why are you fucking with me? You think you're gonna come uptown and pull that around here? This is North Holland you try to play me you get playd yourself. My best homie is in the grave and it hurts no matter what he did but he had to go I just couldn't do it. But if you're here to fuck me over i'll dead you two right now just like in the old days."
Packie tried calming the angry black man down. "Look...its not like that. These Italians the Anceolotti's they screwed us over first and they got Gerry sent to the pen. Then they shot up..." Packie gulped not wanting to divulge this information this early on especially to a guy with a gun on him so he decided to tell half of it. "A funeral of ours...let's just say people got hurt. So we want revenge on old man Giovanni. This coke is just the start. Our family run this city in the 70's and 80's. Gave the mob a run for their money but things went downhill in the 90's. We just want to put our family back at the top and fuck what the commison has to say. We're giving you a chance to be back at the top too..."
Dwayne lowered the weapon. "It's funny to hear you say that because I used to run all this. Uptown, Bohan, Broker I had it made but then I went inside. I can't say I ran every neighborhood in the borough here but if you got power in hoods in each one you know you're a boss. Around here fools act like I don't know what's up just cause I been away for nine years but they're wrong! Running shit in different borough's makes you the man. That's the way it is now that's the way it was then. Shit never changes."
Packie shrugged. "Well now we finally have something to talk about. You want control of the projects and we want all the turf the McReary family had back at the height of our days. I'd be safe to say you want to run those MOB assholes and the Spanish Lords out of the neighborhood right? I don't see why the fuck we can;t. We want all the Irish neighborhoods back. Part of Hove Beach belonged to us you know not just the Russians. There's neighborhoods like it all over Dukes Broker and even some parts of Bohan but there's not many of us left there."
Dwayne rubbed his chin thinking about it. "I could just tell you both to get the fuck out and take back the city one hood at a time too," Packie didn't agree. "Your Hustlers outside don't get me wrong they're loyal but without help the M.O.B would crush you in a heart beat in a war. You're just a local crew they're tied into a national street gang from LS. Now I never been out there but they have to have a lot of clout even people from the ghetto in Liberty City want to join them and be like them."
Dwayne sighed. "Man, I'll think about it. Long term. But what's up with the cocaine?" Packie had Gordon hand the brief case over. We're going to give you a brick one for you for yourself and one for your guys to sell for us. We'll try and move a little on our own turf."
Dwayne crossed his arms. "So what am I supposed to do I mean what do I get out of this you'll have my guys out there on the block slinging making money for me and for you but you got your own boys over there in Dukes selling it too. Seems like you're getting more money than me."
Packie told him, "You'd have profits from blow you wouldn't have had if we hadn't come to you with this. If you want an extra brick just so you feel more happy then i'll do that too. You can have another one," He had Gordon cut into the shit and he he rubbed his gums with it. Dwayne looked at the thing clearing his throat. "Damn son...that's some good stuff. Aight...yeah we got a deal and since you sweetened the deal I'll have the rest of this be one of my two bricks. You don't have to get into your key."
Packie agreed. "Sounds good to me. Your guys can do whatever you tell them to make money just make sure they get us our profit too without any skimming. If everything goes good, we can do more business."
Dwayne shook his hand as he offered it and he said, "That's cool man but you two gotta get ghost bro. We want to keep this on the down low and a couple of white dudes in the hood is gonna raise heads from all the wrong people."
With that they exchanged numbers and Packie and Gordon headed downstairs. As they got back to the car Gordon asked, "So Packie, there's something I been meaning to ask you about all of this. You run any of this shit by Gerry with the Hustlers and all?"
He shook his head. "No but he put me in charge of the crew so that's what we're doing. Don't you remember all those jobs you me, St. Michael and even Derrick did for Playboy? He was a loud mouth but he was a well paying loud mouth. I really didn't know the story behind his death though I assumed it was a rival hit."
Gordon complained, "I still have a lot of debts to pay off. We shouldn't have given the bastard two bricks. That was fucking stupid."
Packie shrugged. "We're making money off more than just him. Don't you remember that coke dealer Elizabeta? We did business with her and her people we did them enough fuckin favors and when we got our hands on heroin we had them sling or us. Remember that kid with the bike? Pablo?" Pablo was a Puerto Rican teen from South Bohan or at least he spent a lot of time there. He figured the kid was a runaway probably from someplace else but he was a hustler and a survivor. Packie would pay him a delivery fee to deliver drugs into the ghetto.
Often times when Elizabeta would rip off rival dealers she would have the kid come by with some of the same goodies to offload to the McReary's free of charge all for the sake of a fruitful and long lasting partnership. He would have to give that smart assed kid a buzz in a little bit but for now they were going to drop by Purgatory. "Okay but how do we know they aint gonna want a fuckin huge chunk out of that too? The Puerto Ricans?"
Packie said, "They haven't figured out I send Pablo back with drugs to sell they assume it's always their shit on the streets. He sells the shit I provide and he gets to keep 30% of it."
Gordon snickered. "Kind of seems like you're fucking him over. That aint that much,"
"Look hustling on street level especially coke or heroin rakes in a lot of cash and even 30% of the profit is a lot more than he probably would make without me. This is just like a day job there's gotta be taxes from the boss right?" Gordon shrugged. "I just think if the cops ever punch the kid how do you know he won't roll over on you? Gerry wouldn't even want us dealing with their kind anyhow. He didn't care when you were dealing with Elizabeta he let you work your own hustle as long as he was left out of it and as long as it brought money in but this is a kid we're talking about. 30% aint much to be loyal over. We might lose our Bohan clients but I think you should let me go stick a shotgun to that kids belly and pull the trigger."
He didn't like that. "No you idiot! We're not killing a teenager. It's not any money out of your pockets so what do you care? Even if I am taking a lot of the money I still supply him don't I? That means if shit really hit the fan it'd be me who was shit out of luck more than him. They might cut a teen a bit of slack if he rolls over on somebody like me but if I get caught with a key hell even a gram or a dime I am fucked," It was because he had a felony and a pretty long rap sheet even aside from felonies.
"Besides," Patrick added. "He's making money for the Ricans he's slinging for too. He's working overtime. Making a lot more cash than he would be flipping burgers at Up n Atom."
They pulled up to the bar Packie and Niko had visited many times hanging out together in the months they had been friends. He really had trusted the prick thought he might even be his best friend but now he knew that wasn't the case.You got Kate killed and you shot Derrick too. I'm gonna find a way to kill Francis. Now that ma is gone I don't have to worry about what she'll say. There's only two McReary's that are both above ground and free and only one of us deserves to be.
They went inside and they both ordered a whiskey shot. Gordon made it known to one of the patrons a pretty blonde who was a coke head that he was holding. He had her text a few friends to come by and then they both went into the bathroom. He knew Gordon had arranged for her friends to also approach him too.
He thought about getting even his thought returning to it as he down another shot and then another. also recording Niko somehow maybe arranging a meet and getting Niko to talk about why he killed Derrick. Niko trusted him despite all that happened even if the feeling was not at all mutual. He could leave the meeting making Niko feel as though they had patched things up. Then after that happened Packie would kill him. After which he would find a way to get the recording to the police which would be a confession. Niko would end up behind bars for either the rest of his life or get death row. Death row was most likely since he killed a cop and his brother though if he plead guilty and explained the circumstances maybe hw would only get life.
Still that was better because with Niko behind bars he would be available to Gerry and he could stick him. Either in the chow hall, the showers or the yard. It was such a perfect plan. You fucked with the wrong man, Niko boy...you're a goner...
So I know I didn't keep my word about the next chapter being a tanker mission but at least i was able to show more of Packie at least some of what he went through. Also who is this teenager Pablo? Hint. Look up what it's the Spanish name for lol.
So that scene with the shooting of the whorehouse i got that whole idea from an episode of True Detective where they go to a place like that but not only that a woman with the LAPD has a sister who works at one of those places and she tries to say it's not prostitution it's porn that they just in some videos have her masturbate (Which i love to watch women do personally i think jilling off is hot they also look more beautiful when they come than we do but that's obvious) but later it's revealed that she had sex too. For me it just would seem like a really smart business move for a pimp I haven't decided if i should have that whorehouse attack be the end of it as far as that business venture goes but still have Ivan have to contend with the pimp who was not there or not.
Liam is a character in Chinatown wars which i never played but i know about the drug dealing missions so this is kind of inspired by that. Jerkov is based off Smirnoff vodka while Harry Bean Bag is a parody of Jim Beam.
Actor Valery Valeryevich Nikolaev is the visual inspiration for Grisha as well as his character in the movie The Saint just like his father is based on the dad in The Saint. Joel Edgerton is the visual inspiration for Sven he just is that sort of strong silent Russian type but almost to the point where he creeps you out he's based off Edgerton's character Hugo in the movie Smokin Aces pohui is Russian for I don't give a fuck. Skatina means idiotic animal. What do you think of Packie's idea for revenge do you think he should do it?
