Dimitri "Dima" Mandojev

Dimja · January 8, 2021

Dimitri Mandojev

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Edited January 8, 2021 by fumkop1

Dimja · October 3, 2021

It was a warm late summer evening. The sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon. Dimitri sat on a hill overlooking the city, playing with the .50 in his hand. he sighed as his thoughts wandered off. He remembered the good times, but also the nightmares he endured. The past three years, he has comitted the worst crimes, but helped out the helpless aswell. There are two sides to a coin. That previous sentence describes Dimitri really well. He could treat people like an angel or a demon. Dimitri got into fights with the closest people around him, the people that would call him 'Dima' He remembered the wonderful people he met. People like Artyom and Nelson. Forgotten by others, but not by Dimitri. The sun already disappeared halfway behind the horizon, when Dimitri shed a tear. "Shit, so many people gone before me" he said. Removing the magazine from his pistol, Dimitri felt the void within him. He slowly reached for his duffel bag, taking out two things. His phone and one round for his .50 pistol. He continued by loading up his music app and started playing one of his most favourite songs. Once the song started, he put his phone next to him, shifting his focus to his pistol. Carefully he put the round in the magazine, before shoving the magazine in the .50 pistol. The pistol made a 'click' sound as he pulled back the slide and released it. 'Who would've thought, from a young thug to a mob leader', he softly said as he chuckled a little. He went on mumbling to himself; 'The disgusting shit I've done, forwhat? Money? Honour? Family?'. He felt pain in his heart as he spoke out the word 'family'. The pain swiftly turned into anger as he started shouting; '' I'VE LOST ALMOST MY WHOLE FAMILY'. Realizing he was shouting towards an empty void, he quickly manned up. 'My time has come, a new generation Russians is the future'. He moved a bit, to sit comfortably as he moved the .50 towards his chest, making the barrel touch his upper chest. "Ironic how my protection will be the end of my own life''. Another tear shed as he continued mumbling; 'No more Artyom, No Nelson, No Stephen, no Dominic, no Edgar and soon no Dimitri'. The sun vanished from the horizon and the song he played came to an end. The ending of the song was a perfect resemblance for the ending of Dimitris story. He came from the bottom and rose to the top. Dimitri never realized that how higher you climb, the harder you fall. His phone was now silent and it turned dark. It was so quiet just outside the city. His left hand reached for his duffel bag one last time, taking out a vodka bottle as he removed the lid with a lot of trouble. Dimitri brought the bottle to his mouth as he took a good sip, before throwing the bottle away. He pressed the barrel hard in his own chest, even to the point where it started to hurt a little. Dimitri closed his eyes as he said the words; 'I love you bratans' before pulling the trigger twice. *bang* *bang*

Two loud noises followed by complete silence. Dimitri fell over, onto his back as a bloodpool started to appear next to him. Dimitri may not have died surrounded by friends or family, but that would not really matter. He had never been a person who showed his inner feelings. A hard and bitter, but fair man left the world that day. Dimitri had left the world, knowing that a new generation would replace him.

I will be moving on from this awesome community. Thanks for everyone that gave me the opportunity to RP with in the past three years. До свидания!

Dimja · September 25, 2022

Part of life is death

Red and blue flickering lights painted the streets of Los Santos day after day. People in black and red, wearing fedoras were specifically targeted by the law enforcement. Everywhere they go, they would see a car follow them, a person listen to their conversation or see a van outside their house. Dimitri arrived in his house and inmediatly threw up in the kitchen. The stress was way too much for him lately. Even today, he was nearly arrested, just because he was wearing his standard suit. He sat together with Alberto and discussed that there needed to be a drastic change. He claimed that if the Russians would go on like this, they would all be either in prison or filled with lead coming from Police . Alberto nodded and started to brainstorm. ‘We could drop our colors’ Alberto said. He was met with a firm ‘NO’. Dimitri continued: I do not wish to hide, thats for low level people. Alberto’s eyes noticed a painting with the quote: ‘Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.’ Alberto smiled and said: ‘That could work’ as he pointed at the painting. Dimitri waved it away, claiming that it was just a stupid piece of canvas. The underboss did not hold of so easily and explained to Dimitri that faking his death, could be the way out. Maybe law enforcement would believe that the Russian Mob died with Dimitri.

The two made up a plan and started writing a suicide letter. They planted that letter in his long coat. Next up was to find a body that looked like Dimitri. It was important that the body had Russian characteristics so that it would be believable that Dimitri was dead. Once they obtained the corpse, they shaved off all the hair and brought it to the location they agreed on. Dimitri brought his own dubsta in the process aswell. They arrived in the black dubsta with the body in the trunk at the edge of the city. The next move would be to put Dimitri’s clothing with chain and rolex on it and they are set to execute the plan. Alberto went to the trunk to retrieve a duffel bag, passing it to Dimitri. Dimitri continued by sitting on the spot where the body would soon be placed and reached for the duffel bag, opening the bottle and took a sip. He threw away the bottle and brought the .50 to his chest as he tried to imagine how it would feel like if he had actually committed suicide. He stood up once he saw the body being dragged out of the trunk by Alberto and waited for it to be dropped. Dimitri aimed the gun at the chest of the already dead person and fired two shots into the body. bang bang Two loud noises followed by complete silence. Dimitri and Alberto looked each other in the eye as they quietly chuckled. They felt relieved, hoping that this would cause a change. The Russian Mobsters planted the .50 in the right hand of the body and relocated the ejected shells next to it. They walked towards Dimitri’s dubsta when they suddenly heard a roaring car approach. The pair quickly dived into the nearest bush as they, to their surprise, saw Alexei heading towards the body. The young Russian started to tear up and sat next to the body for many minutes, not knowing that the two mobsters were in a bush right next to him. Dimitri wanted to scream, ensure Alexei that all is fine, but he could not. The plan would fail, no one could know it. He covered his own mouth as he watched Alexei drink his pain away. Dimitri’s duty was done for a while, but Alberto had still a lot to do. Retrieving the body before people find out that this was not Dimitri himself.

One day they would find out the truth. One day they would understand why. One day they would see each other again. But till then, the world must know that Dimitri had left the world. More than a year had passed since Dimitri was considered dead in the criminal world. Different gangs, including the Russian Mob, had ceised to exist. With the time passing, the Russian Mob slowly faded into the past, where the gang shall be remembered with many others. The Russian flags that were planted throughout the city were taken down and the fedora’s were vanished from the streetscape. Some ex Russians were roaming the streets, fighting for different believes and colors now. Dimitri himself had been laying low in the always cold place Siberia. Only Andrei and Alberto had contact with Dimitri through a middleman. Dimitri had spent his days overthinking his life and his choices. Some choices he made wrong, undoubtedly. However, he still remained proud of what he achieved with the bratans. It was now, many months after the Russian Mob had been put to rest, that he felt there was no more heat from the police and that the coast was clear. It was now, when he decided to come back to the city of dreams. He took the airplane back to Los Santos and he felt the same feeling, that he felt 4 years ago when he first entered Los Santos. But this time he would not come here alone and with no money, this time he would have a head start. He had not forgotten his friends, but most importantly he had not forgotten his enemies.