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Translation and English slang meanings at the bottom.
One more job
Alfred's eyes squinted as the harsh spring morning sunlight hit his bed through a crack in the curtains. He groaned gently and forced himself out of bed, putting on his glasses, and shuffled to the landing. Grabbing the banister and walked down slowly yawning loudly. I hate days like this. He thought as he reached the bottom his feet hitting cold wood. He shivered and walked into the kitchen, he needed coffee.
Patrick and Arthur where sat at the table drinking their tea and doing their own thing. Arthur slowly lowered his newspaper to see who just walked into the kitchen. Patrick didn't take his eyes off a report he had gotten on a brutal gang fight last night leaving 3 wounded and 1 dead, he was smoking a fag as he read.
Alfred sat at the table with his coffee in hand sipping slowly. He heard his brother get up and stumble around. I guess he's knocked his glasses off the bedside table again. Alfred thought. I hope he doesn't step on them again. At that moment Mathieu walked through the door slippers on his feet and unbroken glasses on his face. He walked to the kettle and turned it on yawning. "Morning" he said sleepily through various yawns. Arthur put down his newspaper and yawned too.
"Morning son," he replied. He grabbed one of the sheets out of Patricks hand and started reading setting his tea down. Patrick grunted his 'Morning' he was too focused.
"What you reading Dad?" Asked Mathieu as he joined us at the table.
"Report on a gang fight," Arthur replied simply. Mathieu's shoulders tensed at this.
"A-another one?" he stuttered out. "There seems to be a gang fight every day" Arthur just hummed his reply and carried on reading setting his papers down. I hadn't noticed but they were both already dressed. Early day today I guess, and he didn't get in till late last night. Mathieu thought as Arthur and Patrick stood up.
"We better get going." Arthur started to walk out followed by Patrick.
" It's best that I get going as well bro, got to be early on the first day" Mathieu Said finishing his tea before rushing upstairs. Alfred sighed. Guess I'll be stuck in here alone then huh?
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"You idiots!" Shouted Ivan as he slammed his hands on his mahogany desk, "do you realise you could have been found out! Not all cops take bribes, you're just lucky the one that discovered your little 'fist fight' with the Chinese would take a bribe!"
"B-but s-sir "Stuttered one of the men stood in front of His desk the other 2 stayed quiet their heads down. Their suits were ruffled and the one talking had dried blood sticking some hair to his forehead. He was a new recruit; he must be. Ivan only recently decided to let Americans join the Russian mafia.
"No Buts! If Matvey wasn't there to save your asses you'd all be in jail by now! Not only that but I would have been exposed. If they found out who the leader of the Russian mafia is do you think they'll let me go? Well вербовать!" Ivan ranted.
Mathieu stood towards the door at the back of the room. He knew full well that the ones responsible weren't going to walk out of this room with just the injuries they had. Ivan could 'teach them a lesson' himself or ask Mathieu to do it. Mathieu was the calmest of the American members but if you riled him up enough or you gave him free reign to hurt some-one as much as possible he can turn brutal. Like his boss he preferred beating some-one to death than just killing them. He always carried something to beat some-one up with usually a hockey stick or baseball bat. He would use the latter but Ivan asked him not to, said it brought up bad memories. His eyes wandered around the boring room.
The walls were a plain dark blue the bottom half being dark wood, the floor was covered with the same colour wood, a few darker patches here at there, where blood or some form of liquid was spilt. Probably blood.Thought Mathieu as he moved on. There was a plain bookcase on the left wall that matched the wood on the floor and wall. The bookcase was full of books, many with Russian names Mathieu couldn't read, all of them looked old and used. There was one window in the whole room and that was behind Ivan's Desk. Here was where the only bright colour, minus Ivan and his clothes, could be seen. A single sunflower in a plant pot that pointed to the sun. Ivan had this weird obsession with Sunflowers; he insisted every room in his house had at least one sunflower in it. Mathieu thinks this is because of where he grew up. Russia was a cold place he doubted Sunflowers grew there but he could be wrong, he could just like how they look. He got a funny image of Ivan Skipping through a field of sunflowers.
"Matvey," Ivan's voice said calmly interrupting his thoughts. Ivan was walking towards him and put a hand on his shoulder the other reaching for the doorknob, "I leave them to you, do not be kind." He smiled his child like smile before leaving. Mathieu nodded and walked over slowly raising his ice hockey stick. His face remained passive as he brought it down on one of the guy's heads. The man fell to the floor his forehead wound reopening, the next fell to the floor gripping his side and the last his leg. One of them stared at him fear in his eyes.
"Next time follow orders" Mathieu just said calmly as he brought the hockey down in between the guy's eyes.
Ivan smirked as he walked down the plain corridor, he could hear the screams echoing from his study. He stopped to look at one of his sunflowers that were beginning to wilt. I better go buy some more. He thought as he walked away from the screams behind him.
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Lovino sighed as he watched his brother Practise his shooting blowing a few strands of Brown hair outta his amber eyes. Lovino needed to give him a message from their Nonno but with those plugs in he couldn't hear a thing. Eventually Feliciano stopped and took his ear plugs out. "Ciao Fratello what's wrong?" Asked Feliciano as he reloaded his gun his amber eyes fixed on the gun, for once Feliciano had the curl in his hair clipped to his auburn hair to keep it out of the way. He was in casual attire, jeans and a top.
"Ciao! Nonno has a job for you. Says he wants you to infiltrate that bastardo cinese mafia and make sure Yao isn't giving the rebels orders." Replied Lovino as he grabbed the reloaded gun looking at the target paper. "Your aiming in sloppy Fratello, here this is how you do it." Lovino raised the gun slowly and closed his eye in concentration. His arm recoiled slightly as he shot several times each one hitting a vital spot on the cardboard dummy in front of him. Feliciano just looked on pouting.
"You know I'm not good at shooting Lovino, stop showing off!" He whined. Lovino chuckled and stopped shooting.
"See you later Fratello!" Lovino said cheerfully as he left Feliciano to his target practise.
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Kiku Honda stood in front of his boss, Wang Yao. He was dressed in his suit his Black bob of hair contrasting his pale skin and emotionless brown eyes, he was short but so were many Asians. Wang Yao had his brown hair in a loose pony tail and was dressed in a traditional Chinese top and bottoms. For once he wasn't smoking Opium which meant this was serious. "Kiku." Yao said grimly, "A group has rebelled, I want you to discover every member that has rebelled, and I expect to hear from you within a week understand-aru?" Kiku nodded and quietly as Yao collapsed onto his comfy recliner holding out a hand. One of his many female servants places his smoking pipe in his hand and filled nit with pure opium lighting it with a match.
Yao took a long puff of his golden and beautifully decorated pipe shaped like a dragon. He looked around his cluttered Room, the bottom half of the walls painted red to match the carpet the other half gold to match the ceiling. The ceiling had beautiful oriental paintings and Chinese scripture only the wall that held a window designed in traditional Chinese fashion was bare of bookcases or pedestals with various vases and sculpture on them. It was a good idea making base in the middle of the city, he now had a booming china town around him where he could easily get anything he needed including opium to sell and smoke. He sighed as he closed his eyes the opium starting to take effect. Maybe it would allow him to relax for awhile.
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Alfred sighed as he pulled on his navy blue apron and stood behind the bar. The boss Said he wanted to redo the interior of the bar since he's had good business lately so as of next week, he was only being paid holiday money for at least a week. His boss said it would only take a week to redo everything but Alfred wasn't so sure. He smiled slightly as Ivan walked in and sat in his usual Chair. He wasn't looking good if the bags under his eyes were anything to go by. He poured him some vodka and handed it to him. "I take it your business isn't doing so well" Alfred said leaning over the bar.
"Da." Replied The Russian sadly, bringing his drink to his lips. He took a long swig of his vodka. "A rival...company is trying to push us out of town, its difficult da?" Alfred just nodded cleaning a glass while listening.
"I think you need a break. How about we go out Saturday? Go hang out or something. It'll be nice to see you outside the bar again."
Ivan just looked at him for a moment than chuckled to himself. "Da, that would be nice" Alfred smiled and walked away to see to other customers.
Two people sat either side of Ivan. The one on his left ordered a dragonfly cocktail, the one of his right ordered a glass of Aglianico. They were both men, the one on Ivan's left was Wang Yao he stank of opium but was missing his oh so important pipe. He drank slowly. To his right was a tall man with Tanned skin and brown hair. His Amber eyes shone in the bar's lights he was dressed in a suit and had two curls sticking out of his hair, this was Pierro Vargas, Grandfather to Lovino Vargas and Feliciano vargas, despite the fact he looked in his early 30's he was almost 15 years older than that, he was the current Boss of the Italian mafia. He brought the glass of wine to his lips slowly watching the other two out of the corner of his eye. "So what brings you two here?" Asked Ivan as he set his empty glass down. The bar-owner rushed over refilling it with shaking hand, his wrist and hand had a bandage wrapped around it tightly, He was using a crutch to walk. The moment the glass was full he left to see to other customers.
"I have information on the rebels" stated Yao pulling out a wad of paper with neat handwriting on them. "You-aru?"He asked.
"I needed to relax, all this stress is getting to me" answered Ivan. They both looked at the Italian.
"Just wanted a drink" he murmured into his wine. The other two sighed and turned back to facing the various bottles behind the counter. That sounds about right. The Chinese man and Russian thought an awkward silence settled on the three as they nursed their drinks for the rest of the night.
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'God save the queen' blared from Arthur's mobile as he was taking a break. "Ye'llo?" Arthur said bringing his cup of tea to his lips.
"Sir I think we've caught the ones that started the fight last night! But..." The voice of an officer said over the phone he muttered the last part of the sentence.
"Speak up man I can't hear you" chided Arthur, it really annoyed him when people did that.
"I-I said you're son is here sir! H-he's a suspect Sir!" Arthur choked on his tea and started coughing, "I-I think he's the one who's being bribing our officers Sir!"
"What do you mean he's a suspect! What makes you think he's the one bribing our officers!" He shouted down the phone, so way would Mathieu do something like start a fight.
"W-well sir h-he just handing me a wad of dollars and asked me to stay quiet sir and um sir...t-there are three men here claiming to be your brothers um...o-one of them is being quite abusive sir" Arthur Grit his teeth and hung up grabbing his handcuffs and storming out.
"Where are you going hunny?" Asked Patrick, who was also on a break.
"To speak to our son! And to greet...family" Replied Arthur as he slammed the door shut behind him.
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Wahoo another chapter! This is the longest so far and I hope to make them longer and more detailed.
Translations:
вербовать = recruit
Ciao = hello/goodbye
bastardo cinese = Bastard Chinese
Fratello = brother
Nonno = granddad
English slang and other things (e.g. what Da means)
Aru = A stereotype of how the Japanese think The Chinese speak
Da = yes in Russian it's used by Ivan to make sure some-one understands what he's saying
Fag = cigarette
mobile = cell phone
Matvey = Russian version of Mathew
ye'llo = not sure in southern england but in the north we say that alot when answering a phone, means " yeah hello"
theres a poll on my Profile so you can decide the Uncles names.
I think that's everything, thank you for reading! R&R please. until next time, Ciao!