08-22-2004, 02:22 AM
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BattleForums Senior Member
Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Russia, Moscow Age: 20 Posts: 3,161
| OOC: Alright lets start this others can join later if they want.
BoT:
"I was transfered to US on a carrier ship, the day was rainy, but i still went out of my cabin to have a smoke. Two hours later the ship has docked, i looked to the east, across the ocean, the memories of things left undone back home rushed throuh my head causing a headake. I went back into the cabin to get my laggage. I found a bottle of vodka standing on the table in my cabin, my senses told me this would be a long night. So i opened it, and took a seep right from the bottle. Then i put the bottle in a pocket and jumped from the ship finally being on solid ground. I looked around myself, a big city, it looked like a lot of business might be here. I had a contact, there was supposed to be a taxi waiting for me. I saw it near the entrance to the ship yard. I got in. A man in the front sit was Russian, he had a fat face, a thick mustage, and bold head. He talked to me in english with noticable accent."
Driver: Welcome to the states, hope you had a nice trip, now listen up, i was told to breath you on how the things stand before i drop you off at bosses office. We also gonna pick up another guy, before i start the breathing.
"We rode for half an hour then he stopped near a small appartment building, he beeped. A man walked out on the street and got in the car. The man had an aura of danger around him although he looked like a regular punk which were used as a simple meat in a lot of gang wars back home in Moscow.
Leon(talking to the cub driver): Hello my Russian freind my name is Leon i was thinking of joining your organization.
Driver: Alright so now that you both here listen up, Russian mafia isn't like Italian or other mafias we don't have a central leader, we have small gangs that cooperate, all important dissicions are made in the council. Our gang leader is Yuri Rostov, he will be giving you your jobs. About other mafia's in the city you will be told later, boss will tell you yourself, he is the expert.
"Our cub stopped near a cheap motel building, we got out"
Driver: Go to the second floor, appartment number 215.
"My mind was never clearer"
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Last edited by Kuzmich; 08-22-2004 at 02:35 AM.
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