Alfie Chard

Once a Russian always a Russian, good shit Alberto

The Discovery of Dimitri’s Body It was a late summer evening, the last bits of light were fading away and the night was beginning to creep in. Alexei being his usual self was racing around the vinewood hills without a single care in the world, since he had left the mob his life hadn’t been the same. It was a much more peaceful life but without it he had isolated himself and was now alone. As the engine of his Massacro roared two loud shots echoed across the hills. The shots were nearby and the only popular landmark nearby was the observatory and it only made sense to be there as it was a popular spot where criminals would meet up to make deals, have meetings or partake in other criminal activities. Slowing down as he pulled up to the observatory the first thing he noticed was a Dubsta with a familiar number plate reading ‘MANDOJEV’; it was Dimitri’s car. Still weary of the situation Alexei opened the glovebox and pulled out his .50, tucking it in his waistband, before stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind him. Alexei assessed his surroundings and it all seemed… odd. Since he had pulled up there had been no follow up shots, there was no sign of a frantic getaway or anyone else present, Dimitri’s car was parked perfectly but was Dima himself? After a few seconds of confusion Alexei noticed a pair of footprints on the dirt path just north of the observatory, they looked fresh and came from the sort of shoes you wore with a suit. Now nervous again he produced his .50 and slowly walked up the path gun in hand. The footprints went off the path eventually leading to the highest point of the hill and that's when he found what he was looking for… a body was led on the ground facing towards the city. Alexei stared at the body in shock; he couldn't believe his own eyes. There lay the body of Dimitri Mandojev in front of him with a .50 still in his hand and two casings next to him. As his mind started to come back together Alexei noticed the two big gunshot wounds on Dimitri’s chest and quickly applied pressure to the wounds. With one hand he put two fingers on Dima’s neck to check for a pulse… none. Realising there was no pulse and noticing the large pool of blood on the ground Alexei came to terms with the fact that Dimitri was already dead. Alexei sat on the ground next to Dimitri, with tears running down his face, and picked up a half empty bottle of Vodka taking a large swig. Alexei would sit there with Dima’s body for another 15 minutes watching the sun set over Los Santos before he regained his senses. Alexei wiped the tears from his face as he stood up smearing blood across it before assessing the situation. He first picked up the .50 off the ground noticing it had the emblem of the mob etched into the grip and put it in his waistband next to his own, next he would pull of Dima’s balaclava chain the same style as his own along with taking the Rolex off his wrist, finally he would reach into his pocket where he would find a blood soaked envelope. Opening the envelope he would find a note which read... Dear bratans, I am no longer who I used to be. I made mistakes, too big mistakes. I lost so many brothers, people who guided me and helped me stay on the right path. They were no longer there.. I was the guy who was supposed to guide the others. The lion on top of the food chain. Everytime I woke up and looked in the mirror, I saw a complete stranger. Gang Members would call me names and I would make the streets filled with blood. I should have gone with the old Russians, before I lost myself. I’ve been cruel, but it was justified. I’ve spent years and lots of sweat and tears to build this Russian Mob. Do not let it go to waste bratans, avenge the people who did me wrong. A Russian is never afraid to do what is necessary to reclaim his dignity and honour. Here on this hill, I will find my rest, peaceful and beautiful. I would rather have my last breath here on this gorgeous green scenery than on a cold harsh street. Do what I told you guys to do. Never ever step back for another gang. Honour me with a proper funeral and remember the good times. Do not let this suicide be my last mistake. With love, Dima Alexei let a tear fall on the page as he could not help but feel partially responsible for what had happened. He put the note back in the envelope and stuffed it in his pocket. Throwing him over his shoulders and carrying him to his car, Dimitri's body was lowered into the passenger seat of the Massacro. Alexei opened his phone, went to his contacts, and dialed Alberto Panchino. The phone rang for a while before Alberto finally picked up… AP: ‘Kalashnikov, what's up.’ AK: ‘I’ve got some bad news’ he said in a defeated tone AP: ‘What's the matter?’ AK: … AP: ‘Kalashnikov?’ he said slightly more concerned AK: ‘Dimitri is dead.’ he said in the most plain voice he could AP: ‘What do you mean?’ he said now clearly in shock AK: ‘He shot himself twice in the chest, I found him at the observatory’ AP: ‘Christ, I’ll be there ASAP’ Alexei waited a further ten minutes before Alberto showed up in a Dubsta. ‘Let me see him’ Alberto said in an authoritative tone. Alexei opened the door revealing his body to Alberto. Alberto opened the trunk of the Dubsta and the pair lowered the body inside. Alexei reached into his pocket and handed the envelope over to Alberto. Taking the envelope Alberto could see it was blood soaked and it was at this moment Alberto also noticed the blood on Alexei’s hands, face and all over the clothes. ‘When you get home, get in the shower and burn your clothes, thank you for finding him, you've done well’ Alberto said whilst placing a hand on Alexei’s shoulder. ‘I know you want to go home but I have one last thing for you to do’ Alberto said as he produced a jerry can from his car. ‘Burn the Dubsta, god knows what could be inside that thing that may link to any of us’ Alberto said as he passed the fuel to Alexei. Alexei nodded in agreement and started pouring the fuel all over the car and then throwing the empty can away as Alberto drove away with Dimitri’s body. Alexei pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lighting one with a match and then throwing the match at the car. As the car lit up the now night sky; Alexei walked to his own car and set off home leaving the car to burn in the empty parking lot. The drive home felt longer than it should have despite the roads being quiet. When Alexei got home he put Dimitri’s gun, chain and watch in his bedside drawer and closed it. Alexei ran a cold shower and stood in there for at least an hour and a half thinking about the past hour of his life and the events that had unfolded. Dimitri was a great friend to Alexei who had played a large role in how his life had turned out in the city but Alexei couldn’t help but feel like he had let him down. That night Alexei didn’t try to get any sleep, instead he sat in his chair with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other and he would sit there till the sun came up in the morning. After all Alexei had just lost someone who had been a leader, role model and a great friend to him. Written by Alexei Kalashnikov Dimitri Mandojev With thanks to Alberto Panchino The Russian Mob I had great fun being part of the mob it was one of my greatest achievements on the server, I wish you all the best of luck in the future bratans. https://docs.google.com/document/d/15pyhM-VO1i1b0F2hz0ZkZ0GgVhOspOMScjzorBNmKWU/edit?usp=sharing Original document if anyone wishes to read it in its original form.

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