Vepeax

Great Restaurant and fine staff. I recommend it for everyone

I can't believe my eyes

If people are seriously offended by words said in a videogame, that person should see a doctor. Or get a grip

+1 as there is literally 0 chance for you to not get friendly fire/team killed. Because in the given scenario you simply will not be focused on your ally who's dressed as an impostor. There are other things to worry about in fights, such as surviving in the first place. You should care about your character's life the whole time, and not do dangerous action described above.

Great works, recommended.

THE END Andrei never expected that he would walk the path, that he ended up walking. January 2021, He came with three brothers, hopeless and desperate. This was a cold and harsh city. Him and his two brothers struggled and could barely put bread on the table. The day their future looked hopeless and they felt like giving up on life, The Russian Mob opened his arms for the three brothers. Dimitri and Alberto Mandojev saw the potential in these Russians and gave them a chance no one else wanted to give them at the time. Andrei’s recruitment. Fast forward to november, where he was behind of the organization that once took him in like it was its child. Andrei lost so much to get where he is now. Both his brothers Ivan and Vova were no longer alive. His old leader, mentor and someone he considered as a brother, Dimitri would’ve also passed away by then. With the enthousiastic Alberto Mandojev disappearing, the moral was on an all time low. Assisted by Miky and the Kipp family, they managed to keep the Mob running at full speed. However, the wounds and pain of the past never healed and it teared the organization slowly apart. Butchers used to be flooded with Russians blasting loud music in their dubsta’s, but now it was just an empty street with flags waving slowly in the soft wind. The scenery at the once crowded HQ, could be described as sad and depressing. The walls inside the HQ felt as ruins, where vodka used to be poured into glasses like it was tap water. A general atmosphere of sorowness filled the interior of the HQ. The scars of the past had definitely left a mark. Although their controlled areas where bigger and stronger than ever, they could not shake negative feelings off. Although the members begged to keep pushing, the high command knew, that the Russian era ended. Andrei being the last OG of the Russian Mob had the honour of closing the book. He had been there for the Mob through thick and thin, through hell and beyond, but also through paradise. As he sat there, alone in the HQ, he opened a bottle as he watched some old videos he recorded on an old sony handcam. It was filled with happy little memories. Memories such as his time going to steamboat with the Russians, but also his emotional moments with Dimitri and Alberto. Andrei had met the founding eleven, unknown to many. They were mysterious, but a thight family. One of the founding eleven is not in the picture. They would all be shot dead or gone missing in the upcoming 12 months, with Dimitri being the last of them. Together with Alberto, the two of them climbed the ranks. They go back so far. Andrei could not get over the fact that his buddy Alberto, would be missing, presumably dead. Most people do not understand the burden that rests on the shoulders of a gang leader, till they reach that position themselves. Andrei never wanted this position and neither did Miky, but life does unexpected things sometimes. More than 9 months of the 13 total, Andrei had sacrificed his family, time and energy for this magnificent organization. Not with regret, but with enormous pride. Andrei knew that Dimitri watched from above to see the achievements the Russians would get. The vision that Dimitri always tried to enforce, was strictly held up to standard by Andrei. Чему́ быть, того́ не минова́ть. “ You can’t avoid what is meant to happen.” As Andrei emptied the bottle of vodka, Miky walked in the spacious room. Miky sat next to Andrei as Andrei reached over the counter to grab another bottle of vodka. The two shared it together. They both knew what was about to happen, without an exchange of words. It was the elephant in the room. Unspoken of, but known by both Russians. They briefly discussed how to divide the treasury, warehouses and other assets that belonged to the organization. It was the moment that they finished the papers, that Marcus and the other HC walked in who once belonged to an organization called the Goblins. They all knew that the death of Dimitri was the end of his legacy and the death of the organization. On Dimitri’s behalf, to honour him, they had continued running the organization, knowing that it died with the man who created it. The amounts of alcohol they drank to try to forget to pain, never healed the wounds. Hoping that Dimitri’s death would leave a scar that makes them stronger, but it turned out to be a wound that kept bleeding. As the old goblins talked about how they respected him, despite being their enemy at the time, Andrei could not keep himself from shedding a tear. They grabbed some glasses to pour in shots and filled it to the edge with vodka. Together they raised it into the air, far above their head as they shouted: “ Nazdrovje, TO DIMITRI”. All the time after Dimitri’s sudden death, they fought a fight they were bound to lose. There were only losers in this battle. The Russian Mob was Dimitri and Dimitri was the Russian Mob. With his downfall, the Russian Mob collapsed with him. Ignorant is the right term to describe the people who thought everything would stay the same. Andrei deep down knew it would never be, but he kept hoping the tide would change. In the end, the tide never changed. It was like the Russian Mob was swimming against the river current. They wasted their energy till the point they all got exhausted, but they did not move forward. Realizing this, Andrei knew the plug had to be pulled. The Russians thought they would honour Dimitri by keeping the Mob alive, but never realized that the only way to honour his legacy was to let it die with him. The Russians walked out of the HQ and part ways, may there be a good future for everyone. Andrei shuffled to his car as he drove to the graveyard where Dimitri was laying. He had never been able to come to the graveyard, due to the emotions that came up. Here his leader was buried. Someone he looked up to from the day he met him, till the day he died. It was the first time Andrei overcame his feelings cause he knew this was the right thing to do. He reached into his duffel bag and took out two things. An AK47 and vodka bottle. The vodka was nothing special, but the AK surely was. It was a golden Kalashnikov engraved with Dimitri’s full name, rank organization. He started digging and stopped when he was roughly 30 CM deep. There he put the two items, before he covered it up with dirt again. He reached in his pocket as he took out a zippo and cigarette, lighting it up. He took a last look at the grave before he turned around. For Andrei this chapter was closed. It would not only be a heavy hearted, but also a beautiful, interesting and uttermost pleasant memory. It was like a tale from the books about bonding and losing friends, he experienced it all. The last thing he did, was listening to лали’ on his car radio as he drove into the sunset. We want to thank everyone for making this journey possible. It has been a hell of a ride that we could not do if it wasn’t for some people. As written in Andrei’s last Russian story, the Russian Mob was really Dimitri. Him being gone left a huge empty void. Obviously it was justified, but it made us feel less demotivated, despite his attempts to encourage and motivate us. The Rooks, Daichead Gadai, Goblins, 67, LSD and Ballas, we would not have been who we are without you guys, so thank you for that. A big thanks to Alberto for his time and dedication towards the Russian Mob. You were such a positive contribution not only for the Mob, but also for the server. The founding eleven, we really appreciate that you guys made the foundation of the Russian Mob that we could build further on. Although your era from the Russians 2019 might have ended, Dimitri made sure he passed it on into this new gang. Dimitri, its clear that we are all really thankfull for the roleplay you provided with this gang and the countless hours you spent, trying to be a positive contribution. Your gang was your family. Miky, you got given the burden pretty quickly and the way you handled it was admiring. Thanks for your commitment. Some words from Dimitri: Andrei had been with my side from the day I met him and I am glad that I had the honour to build the faction alongside with him. It goes without saying that I could not have wished for a better set of people for this faction. All the (ex) Russians, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for the fait you had in this gang and your contribution. We’ve lost many people along the way, but that only makes us appreciate the people we have more. A few photos of the Russians from the far beginning till the very end.

John polar: where is chilliad?! Also John polar: im on top of chilliad where is this lab???? 1:24

John polar: where is chilliad?! Also John polar: im on top of chilliad where is this lab????

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