Two police officers arrived at the hotel, entering the hall with purpose."Sir, we received a call that you are threatening to kill someone," one of the policemen said to Mikhail.I couldn't help but flash my best smile at him.Mikhail's gaze was heavy with anger, and his bodyguard quickly approached the police. "Excuse me, Sir, we are from the Ivanov Family. I believe there's been a misunderstanding…"They tried everything to dissuade the police, offering bribes and flaunting their influence.I suppressed my laughter, knowing the police wouldn’t do much to him, but it was entertaining to see him becoming increasingly impatient and furious.My initial intention in calling the police was to toy with him, to harass him, and he knew it.“Next auction, Bolton-wide lands. The Bolton family has a lot of land in some villages and at the edge of the country, totaling 3000 hectares. The starting price is $1 million,” the auctioneer announced.People began to bid.Truth be told, I didn’t really
When I reached the police station, they didn't say a word; they just threw me into an empty cell.Despite having the power to walk out, I chose to stay and see what they really wanted. People often get careless when they think they have the upper hand.After two hours in the cell, my patience paid off. Mikhail appeared; his eyes gleaming with malice as he looked at me."How is this jail for you?" he sneered. His perfume filling the cell."Quite comfortable," I replied."Don't worry, later I'll add ten more people here to make you feel even more at home," he laughed heartily."What do you want?" I asked, tension rising in the air."What I want?" Mikhail gestured for the officer to open the iron door, and then he stormed in to punch me in the face and stomach.I took the blows deliberately, using my inner energy to shield my organs. It still hurt, but I needed it to seem real.After about ten of his feeble punches—he obviously neglected physical training, preferring women and alcohol—I
Sitting leisurely, I had found unexpected camaraderie with my cellmates, who were kids at heart and quite helpful, especially in alleviating my anger and kindly massaged me.However, as soon as Natalia and Harmony accompanied by the police officer to our cell, my newfound friends panicked, rushing to the front, pleading to be let out."Please, officer, we don't want to be here anymore," they begged, with even the biggest man among them shedding tears. I thought we had bonded.“Please let us out.”As the door swung open, they scrambled out, leaving me with Harmony and Natalia. I remained seated, while they took a spot on the bed, the jail’s door wide open."Can you contact the Chief of Police?" I asked Natalia. "I need to know where he stands if a conflict with the Ivanov family escalates."Natalia was on the phone immediately, while I borrowed Harmony's cellphone. She moved out to reclaim my confiscated belongings. I make a call with her phone."Kim Jiso, I need the auction payment se
On all the newspaper and television media, there was breaking news about Mikhail.“The heir of the Ivanov family bribed the cops to put an innocent guy into jail and hired ten thugs to beat him.”“The police found drugs in Mikhail's car and his house, along with inappropriate sex tapes with some artists.”“There are a lot of charges and legal reports against Mikhail for his tendency to assault people, but none have brought him to justice. All were buried. Will this one be buried too?”***Ivanov.In the Ivanov Family's conference room, Vladimir Ivanov, the patriarch, looked sternly at his executives.“We have seen how the Bolton family fell because of the media. I don’t want any story about the Ivanov family in the media starting tomorrow.”“The media won’t accept it unless we pay them more,” added the manager.“Then give them what they want.”“Yes, Sir.”“How about, 'The Bolton’s Brokeback Mountain land?” Vladimir glanced at one executive. “Igor, how could we fail to secure something
I drove my car to one edge of the city, a place I never knew existed.It resembled a slum, yet slightly better. The houses were old and desperately needed renovation; their paint was peeling and faded.I parked beside one such house, its fence dilapidated, screaming for repair.As I walked to the fence, I noticed three people sitting on the road, their eyes fixed on me and my car.Their gazes held a message I could clearly understand. I waved and called out, "My man, could you come here, please?"One looked surprised, exchanged glances with his friends—a mix of shock and amusement—then, with a swagger akin to a gangster, approached me."What's up, man?""What's your name?""Bill," he responded."Alright, Bill," I said, pulling out three $100 bills. "I'll give you each $100 to watch my car for a few minutes. I won't be long."His smile broadened, "Sure, man. No one's gonna touch your car. Enjoy your time. Me and my brothers will keep all the bad guys away.""Good to hear it."I walked
When I walked outside, I found Bill and his gang engaged in a skirmish with two other men. "I am guarding this car, don’t you dare to touch it," Bill asserted, his voice firm with conviction."How much is he paying you?" one of the intruders sneered."$100," replied one of Bill's friends, his tone dismissive."You! Why protect this car? We could sell it together!" another thug interjected, greed flashing in his eyes. "I can give you at least $1000."Bill smiled, his expression one of amused superiority. "It's about responsibility, man. You need to be a man to keep your word to others.""Damn you, Bill!" the two men cursed, their frustration palpable as they walked away.Approaching the trio, I noticed the bruises marring their skin. "You're doing great," I commended."Thanks," Bill responded, a hint of gratitude in his weary voice.Seeing his potential, I offered, "I'll give you $300, or do you want a chance for a new life?"Bill exchanged a meaningful glance with his friends, who col
"What the fuck are you saying?" The gang motor leader raised his hand, eyes blazing with fury. His members raised all their weapons toward me."I just need to lower my hand, and you are dead."I laughed, finding the situation absurdly funny."Kneel!" the gang motor leader bellowed at me."How about this," I said, stepping forward, a smirk playing on my lips. "I raise my hand, and if I lower it, all of you will die."The leader and the whole gang burst into laughter, looking at me standing alone."Do you think it is funny?" I asked, trying to keep a smile and raised my hand."Very, very funny," the gang motor leader gasped between laughs. "My stomach even hurts from laughing."Suddenly, a gun was pressed to back of his head, and similarly, all of the gang members found themselves at gunpoint on their back head."If you think it is funny," I asked them, my voice cold as ice, "do you want me to lower my hand?"Their faces turned grim.I looked them. "If you want to solve this in a good m
When the KGB entered the arena, I found myself burrowing even deeper into my cover.They had the most systematic way of detecting anyone they set their sights on, nearly on par with the CIA.Sure, the Holy Order's intelligence wasn't as robust; they were still making progress.For my own safety, I returned to my everyday school life, adding more layers to my disguise.Bruno and Lena were given a new building to stay in and convert into an office for their new mining project. Bruno would handle everything and would call me if he encountered any problems, using our secure connection.Harmony and her gang of lawyers were still deeply engaged in heated arguments concerning the Land of Ivanov's legal status.Violet was buying the land around Brokeback Mountains while expand Eden’s properties reach.Natalia Petrova was strengthening her position by recruiting police to our side, while allowing the Holy Order to expand by themselves.Unlike Bolton, who always retaliated when attacked, Ivanov