04-14-2018, 12:04 AM
Stanislav's head carried that comforting warmth that made the world so much more vivid. Normally about now he'd finish up his game, maybe get into a fight and then head out to favorite house. Natalia would be there, curly reddish brown hair that seemed cascade around her head like a crown, framing gorgeous blue eyes and the cutist half smile. And she'd smile especially when he flashed his bills. He was always her special guy, the real one. Not like the others, those losers who only thought she liked them. Nope. He would be the man.
But not tonight. Not ever. Not if the Kolomovs went down. Impossibly, over the last few months it seemed as if all his ability and skill were finally noticed. So many assholes jumped ship.and only then does Anatoly Kolomov see who is true and loyal and real. Just like Natalia does. At last it goes his way.
But the fucking Yakuza. Oooo....so scary. Yakuza!!! Booo!! Bullshit. It's just a fucking name. They aren't one solid group. They are like everyone else. They fight among themselves, angle for power and position. Like all of them. One group is not the other.
So yeah, this old wrinkly dick disrespects him? Blows him off? Like he is nothing? Like a bitch? Like he's gonna stand there and just take it? Fucking assholes. Stab all them in the eye is what he should do. Well, it was just the two of them. For now.
But there was a reason Anatoly put him in charge of this. Trust. He saw so clearly. Get this old fuck's help. If so, good. If not....thin the heard. Strike fear of Kolomov into the hearts of everyone. He was willing to bet Anatoly already had calls out to the other Yakuza groups. Maybe even Triads. Hell, this might have been SUPPOSED to fall out like this. A demo of what Kolomovs were really about.
It was time to take an old bitch out. Him and his pets. And that fucker with the scars. Strike some fear into people's hearts. The call went out, available Kolomovs. After a moment, he smiled widely, expanding the call to a few gopnik gangs in their territory. A good show.
He waited outside and soon was grinning. The burn of the alcohol was awesome against the cold. He could smell everything about this shithole street so clearly and it was like home. His territory. He wasn't going anywhere.
Two then five then eight Kolomovs showed. He wasn't disappointed. And then....shit shit shit. He was grinning ear to ear. God bless these fucking gopniks. Greatest tools ever. He got up to fifteen and stopped counting.
Fuck yeah!!! Kolomovs weren't going anywhere. No fucking way. The Yakuza had just come out and they could do the math. And so had the scar prick.
Yeah. It's called respect bitch. Shoulda learned it when you were kids.
But not tonight. Not ever. Not if the Kolomovs went down. Impossibly, over the last few months it seemed as if all his ability and skill were finally noticed. So many assholes jumped ship.and only then does Anatoly Kolomov see who is true and loyal and real. Just like Natalia does. At last it goes his way.
But the fucking Yakuza. Oooo....so scary. Yakuza!!! Booo!! Bullshit. It's just a fucking name. They aren't one solid group. They are like everyone else. They fight among themselves, angle for power and position. Like all of them. One group is not the other.
So yeah, this old wrinkly dick disrespects him? Blows him off? Like he is nothing? Like a bitch? Like he's gonna stand there and just take it? Fucking assholes. Stab all them in the eye is what he should do. Well, it was just the two of them. For now.
But there was a reason Anatoly put him in charge of this. Trust. He saw so clearly. Get this old fuck's help. If so, good. If not....thin the heard. Strike fear of Kolomov into the hearts of everyone. He was willing to bet Anatoly already had calls out to the other Yakuza groups. Maybe even Triads. Hell, this might have been SUPPOSED to fall out like this. A demo of what Kolomovs were really about.
It was time to take an old bitch out. Him and his pets. And that fucker with the scars. Strike some fear into people's hearts. The call went out, available Kolomovs. After a moment, he smiled widely, expanding the call to a few gopnik gangs in their territory. A good show.
He waited outside and soon was grinning. The burn of the alcohol was awesome against the cold. He could smell everything about this shithole street so clearly and it was like home. His territory. He wasn't going anywhere.
Two then five then eight Kolomovs showed. He wasn't disappointed. And then....shit shit shit. He was grinning ear to ear. God bless these fucking gopniks. Greatest tools ever. He got up to fifteen and stopped counting.
Fuck yeah!!! Kolomovs weren't going anywhere. No fucking way. The Yakuza had just come out and they could do the math. And so had the scar prick.
Yeah. It's called respect bitch. Shoulda learned it when you were kids.