Gun and Cigar’s

Somewhere in Russia........

Thud.. thud.. thud. in the middle of a large conference hall was the only striking sound could be heard. As the horror was among the man's which were sitting around the table as the sounds only intensified. Each man at the table had blood on his hands-some still wet, other's dried over years of ruthless ambition.

In the middle of chaos was sitting a man or rather the cause of chaos. His man's were all around the conference room keeping every one hostage. While one of his man was cutting the fingers of a man brutally. The screams of the man were echoed around the hall, but for him it was like a melody to ears.

As the man sitting in the middle of chaos, was inhaling his Gurkha Royal Courtesan cigar, the puffs of the cigar was exhaling from his mouth, were creating a gloomy but a very Terrifying Aura around him. His eyes sharp and collective staring at the seen in front of him.

Just then in the quiet room where the only sounds of the man screaming in pain could be heard, came a snapping sound of finger.

His man who was about to cut the last 9th, finger halted when he heard the sound of snap. Everyone's attention went towards the man sitting in the middle.

The man stood up exhaling sharply, watching the smoke curl into the air, and crushed the million dollars cigar beneath his boots, grinding it into the spotless tiles.

He stepped towards the man who was whimpering in pain. His movements were deliberate, exuding calm control.

"Tch.. pathetic." His voice was low. The room fell into an uneasy silence, no one daring to make a sound, much less breath too loudly.

In there world, respect was bought with blood, and fear was currency. The silent room was reminder that they all knew it.

Even the slightest challenge had to be crushed beneath an iron heel, or it would fester into betrayal.

He inspect the room full of Bor, mobs, Organizatsya and mafias. "Let this be a lesson, gentlemen. Betrayal isn't just a sin... it's a Death sentence." His voice was a quiet command, sharp and emotionless, slicing throw the silent moment like a blade.

In that intense moment, he took out his

'ED Brown 1911' hand gun, which was tuck in his waistband effortlessly and, heald it towards the whimpering male's head. "See you in Hell." with that said he shoot the man on the spot. He blew the smoke away from his gun and, tuck it back in hiswaistband.

Without hesitation, he walked out of the hall. His man's following him like shadows of death.

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The room finally came to live, As everyone released a breath they were holding for god knows how long. As every man present there witnessed the Lifeless body of there now dead chairman of Russo group Andrey Russo. Murmur's were around the room that Andrey Russo broke one of the rules of 'Bratva'.

[Bratva: essentially meaning "the brotherhood." Used to describe the Russian organised crime network. 'Brother term signifies a sense of loyalty and connection within the criminal group.]

The Three Rules of Bratva :

• Don't Betray the Organisation.

• Don't Speak ill of One's Family.

• Protect Our Pride.

"Who was he? And how dare he interfere the Bratva." Said Denis Sidorov, the head of Bartok.

[Bartok works for a Brigadier having a special criminal activity to run, A Bratok is in charge of finding new guys and paying tribute up to his Brigadier]

"He's the youngest grandson of Jeon." Said Akim Ivanov the head of Derzhatel Obschaka.

[ Derzhatel Obschaka are bookkeepers who collects money from Brigadier and bribes the government to Obschaka. They are the money mafia intended for use in the interests of the group.]

someone gasped and said "you mean he's the grandson of Pakhan ?" there was a brief moment of silence.

[Pakhan also know as 'Boss', 'Godfather' or 'Authority', controls everything. The Pakhan controls Four criminal cells in the working unit through an intermediary called a "Brigadier." Every member has a solemn promise to serve the Pakhan.]

Boris Lipousky the head of Brigadier who was silent till now, spoke "Yes... he is the grandson of Jeon Jae Yeol.... and he's the VOR, goes by JJK." everyone present there shivered when they heard the revelation.

[Brigadier is like a caption in charge of a group. He pays tribute to Pakhan. He runs a crew which is called a Brigade. A brigade is made up of 5-6 Patsanov ('warriors').]

[VOR (literally thief) is a honorary title denoting a made man. The honour of becoming a Vor is only given to those who shows considerably leadership skills, personal ability, intellect and charisma. A pakhan or another high-ranking of an organization can decide if they are eligible to became the NEXT PAKHAN.]

The room shared wary glances, a ripple of unease sweeping across the table. They weren't used to wetness the literal death of there member- least of all by someone so young. But the air in the room had shifted, and they could feel it.

This wasn't a game anymore.

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Somewhere in South Korea....

To be continued…

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