Little Odessa, Brighton Beach, New York
Ivan Bagrov sits in a restaurant eating a steak as his father enters looking surprised to see him.
Arkady sits down across from his son,"Aren't you supposed to be locked up."
Ivan puts down his knife and fork,"I was given a better offer."
The heads of all the most powerful crime families are then escorted in by Ivan's men and sat down around the large table as Ivan finished his steak.
Ivan looks his father in the eyes,"Its time for you to retire, as with the rest of the men in this room. I will be taking your territories, this is not a request."
An aging fat man bolts up and declares," Who the hell are u to order us?"
The staff of the restaurant disappear as the doors to the room slammed shut. Marcus Drake appeared behind Arkady with a blade in hand.
The men at the table go dead silent as they notice the feral looking man standing at the back of the room as Arkady begins to chuckle,"That's my boy."
All eyes go to Arkady as he looks with pride at his son, "You know I can't just let you have it."
Ivan nods as Marcus puts the blade to his father's throat,"For you I'll make it quick, goodbye father."
The feral man known as Sergei leaps onto the table and looks to Ivan. As he looks to see his father hit the floor he nods to Sergei. The screams can be heard in the streets but in this neighborhood people know better than to be curious.
Ivan sits sipping coffee as the staff clean the blood from the carpets. Marcus sits down,"That was some cold crap this morning."
Ivan nods,"I did as he taught me."
He then looked up at Marcus,"I need to know if I can trust you."
Marcus grinned, "Long as you keep paying I'll keep working. I do have to ask were'd you find the monster? I've seen a lot of horrible crap in my time but I've never seen anything tear up a room that fast."
Ivan shrugged,"He doesn't say, I don't ask. Tell Rossini its done and I'll be expecting a meeting soon."