MJ3097

Good luck guys, looking forward to seeing where this goes!

At this point in time I knew the streets of Los Santos like the back of my hand however, I found myself in a predicament. With the recent disbanding of the previous gang I was in, ESL (East Side Locos), every time I came into the city I found myself wandering around like a lost dog. I was left without a purpose. A lot of my close friends from ESL were feeling the same way and I couldn’t stand thinking to myself “what’s the point” anymore. I had to take action. I made a decision to leave the city not knowing when or if I would return. A month had passed before I started to receive letters and emails from my old friends in Los Santos asking me to come back. When I read the first email I received, I was adamant that I was not returning but after receiving more and more emails I had to give it a second thought. I couldn’t help myself but to reflect on my time in Los Santos and the nostalgia hit hard, from the days when I first joined THE LOST MC and not knowing anything about Los Santos to the day I received my Lieutenant patch then leaving a few weeks later. There are too many good memories to list and too many good people I met along the way. My decision was made. I arrived in Los Santos and I instantly receive a call from my good friend Salman Shiesty, he pro-fused with excitement “meet me now, I’ll explain when you get here”. “Say no more” I exclaimed as I rushed to the meeting location in my sunset yellow VSTR, sweat was rolling down my forehead from the anxiety of possibly being caught by PD within the first 5 minutes of returning to the city. I cautiously roll into the dingy alleyway which was enveloped in darkness as I say to myself “Is this really the meeting spot?”. The GPS is definitely set correctly so I must have been in the right location. After driving in a little deeper I suddenly see the outline of a figure stood over 10 meters in-front of the car. I stop and turn the headlights on which unveils a man wearing a yellow jacket, yellow shorts and a white mask. At first glance this could have been just about anyone in Los Santos but on further inspection I could tell it was Salman Shiesty. As I was clambering out of the car with excitement at seeing my old friend, he leans back suddenly against the wall behind him whilst taking off his mask and calmly placing a cigar in his mouth before lighting it with a chrome engraved lighter. After taking a few short puffs of the cigar, Salman Shiesty calmly says “y’know what’s wrong with this city?” I look at Salman Shiesty confused before he goes on to explain “The informal alliance between Goblins and 67 is starting to wear this city down” I nod in agreement and reply “We need to fight against this”. After a brief but enthusiastic discussion, Salman and I came to the agreement that we should retrace our Russian roots and join The Russian Mob. In excitement at the prospect of something new, I rush back into my car and call the current Russian Mob underboss Alberto Panchino. The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity but there was no answer. I end the call and start to drive away before I hear the ever familiar ring tone from my phone. The caller ID reads “Alberto Panchino” I slam the handbrake on and felt like I nearly flung myself through the windshield, unfazed I answer the phone call. I was nervous to say the least and start to stumble my words but manage to collect myself and explain that I’m looking to join The Russian Mob and without saying much else, we agree to meet at The Mob’s HQ. I decide that showing up to a meeting in a bright yellow obnoxious looking VSTR was not a good idea and switch into my matte black Contender which is abit more fitting for the occasion. After 10mins of driving into the industrial parts of Los Santos, I edge my contender into the bugstars warehouse (a clever front The Russian Mob uses to hide their criminal activity) and park to one side. A suited man with a black and red fedora was already waiting for me inside and I instantly recognised him as Alberto Panchino. For the next few hours discussing the reasons why I wanted to join and what my previous experience was as well as a long list of other things, we came to the mutual conclusion that I would be a good fit for The Russian Mob. I started off ranked as a Shpana (The lowest rank in the mob) until I prove myself to be trusted and knowledgeable. 3 weeks later I have managed to work my way up the ranks to the rank of Soldat and found myself becoming more and more as part of the family. It became evident that this is what I have been missing in Los Santos. TO BE CONTINUED