Dagumil Bosstilicheiv

/me sits at a night club in the old country as Eastern-Euro tech-beats blast out the speakers

/me eyes the dance floor and the bar, and suddenly nudges the man next to him, nodding to a scantily clad tourist

The man next to him immediately gets up and proceeds to the girl. Boss watches as the man hits on the woman suavely, saying and doing all the right things.

Boss grins as he pours another shot of Vodka and toasts, "Na Zdorojva," 'to your health.' He pounds the shot back and watches as the man escorts the tourist to the dance floor. He motions for his guards to bring the car around and leaves.


Boss's car pulls up to a warehouse, and a guard opens the door as Dagumil steps out, surveying the scene. He walks through the door and is immediately greeted by a long line of every type of scumbag guy you could think of. Dagum carefully steps around the group and to the front as one of the lowlifes starts to yell...

"Aye! Wait your turn like the rest of us, you no-good dog!"

/me turns around and grins at the man as he nods to a guard

The guard approaches the man and grabs his arm sternly, "Why don't you come with me?" He says as he pulls the guy into a side door.

/me proceeds through the door at the front of the line, into a long hallway with what seems like infinite doors

As Boss walks through the hallway, he glances into an open room and quickly stops. A woman is lying on the bed, dirty and seemingly in a coma. A needle is still hanging out of her arm, and Dagum rips it out, yelling at her in some dialect of Russian. She doesn't respond and Dagum steps out the door, looking down the hallway to a guard.

/me rubs the side of his nose, signaling to the guard.

The guard immediately comes down the hallway to the room, and picks up the woman onto his shoulders. Dagum nods as the guard carries the woman out and into another door, leading to who knows where.

Finally, Dagum reaches the guard's quarters, where a group of men are playing a game of cards. One of them notices Dagum enter and frantically digs through his pockets, retrieving a stack of cash and laying it on the table.

"We might have a problem..." He notifies Dagumil.

The guard leads Dagum through yet another series of hallways and into a doorway, which leads down a stairway into an even grungier section of the compound. Isolated screams and yells are heard, and Dagumil recognizes the low-life from outside, tied to a chair and bloodied up.

/me keeps walking on, until he reaches a room at the end of the hallway and enters

It's the girl from last night, from the club. No doubt his man had gotten her to himself and succeeded in 'recruiting' her to the business. Dagumil stares at her, still pretty clean and wearing the clothes from last night, but obviously drugged.

"So whats the problem, then?" Dagum demands.

The armed guard starts to explain, "Well, we got her in here early this morning and began rifling through her things for valuables. Didn't find much, except for this phone, so we checked her recent calls and contacts." The man hands Dagumil the phone, pointing out a specific contact - Vladmir.

/me recongizes the name immediately, and just now notices the resemblance the woman has to his main rival

"Vladmir Petrovisk," Dagum mutters under his breath, handing the phone over "Alright, this won't be a problem, kill her and get rid of the body somewhere out of town."

The man shakes his head, fumbling with the phone and handing it back, "There's more... She, uh- Apparently got a call in before we could get the phone."

Dagumil notices the voicemail and activates it, "Bosstilicheiv! You've taken the wrong girl, and your last. You can expect that by the time you hear this, half of your enterprise is dead. Have no worries, you will soon be joining them."

/me grunts loudly in frustration and chucks the phone against the wall, shattering it

/me takes out his phone and immediately starts calling people

He calls his brother, overseer of arms distribution. No answer.
He calls his uncle, the man responsible for discipline. No answer.
He even calls his father, the man leading all of the Bosstilicheiv family's endeavors. Someone answers.

"Na Zdorojva," a voice from the other end mutters just before a single shot is heard and the line goes dead.

/me grabs his gun, walks up to the woman that caused all this, and shoots her directly between the eyes.

"Get rid of the body, I'm leaving for a while." He tells the guard.

The guard replies, "Where will we find you?"

"I'm leaving for the western world, and don't try to find me."