*WARNING FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS 18+*
As Laura heads towards her hotel thats located in the center of Moscow. Located in the furthest outskirts of Moscow located in the twelfth administrative division called Troitsky, a three story abandoned building stands in a six acre field surrounded by rundown cars and covered with graffiti in a small town called Rogovo.
In the middle of the first floor a young twenty-one year old man casually sitting down, his cold murderous aura fills the room causing all the men in the room involuntary shiver from the feeling.
The young man giving sitting is known secretly to all of Moscow and western Russia as Nikolai Romanoff, leader of the Romanoff mafia the Blood Tsar*.
Gazing down upon the ragged middle age man lying unconscious on the cold cement floor. Nikolai continued to just stare down upon the man as if scrutinizing and questioning his existence.
*snap*
With the quick little snap of Nikolai's fingers, two muscular men standing behind Nikolai picked up the man that laid across the cement floor.
"Boris,Roman... Wake him up" dark unnerving voice, following the command from Nikolai the two men that were standing behind him slapped and brutally attacked the man.
Coughs and moans escaping the mans mouth as he was forcibly awoken, Nikolai rose from his seat and sauntered towards Boris, Roman and the ragged man.
Standing in the little moon light shinning through the gapping hole in the building. Nikolai standing at 6'2 running his hand through his dark brown coarse hair. Staring back down towards the man, Nikolai could be considered a god in any women's eyes.
If not considering his cold murderous aura he was giving off. Nikolai could make any women want to fall to the ground and praise him. Wearing a dark gray dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, on top with a dark black blazer jacket that clearly defined his broad shoulders and faint muscles.
Any women would swoon once his dark hazel eyes glanced towards them with a cold glare. But that cold glare felt like a knife for the haggard man who was unwillingly beneath Nikolai's stare.
"Alright Mr.Polakoff I'm sure you understand how this works. You tell me what I want to hear while Boris and Roman over here will try to give you a nice quick death depending on what you tell me. So are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way? Your choice."
Shivering under Nikolai's gaze the haggard man who was brutally awoken by Boris and Roman known as Mr.Polakoff shook under the pressure alluding off from the three men.
"I-I will tell you anything you want to know! P-please just don't kill me Mr.Romanoff, I beg you!" sobbing uncontrollably Mr.Polakoff quivered and shook due to fright not wanting to die.
"You know your little show is awfully boring. Cut the crap already, for a full grown man known for murdering dozens of women and children, selling drugs for the Lukin mob and trafficking young women. You pleading and crying is fucking boring honestly."
*cough* "Wow I'm surprised the Blood Tsar himself would bless me tonight with his presence. Too bad that I don't give a shit about what you'll do to me." with a snarky attitude Mr.Polakoff glared back at Nikolai.
With a clearly displeased face Nikolai bent down to face Mr.Polakoff on the same eye level. Catching a firm grip on his neck to force him to gaze into his eyes.
"I truly don't know why that dreaded family decided to employ an incompetent bastard like you to do their dirty work in my territory. Just shows how pathetic the Lukin mafia has become over the years. Now are you going to tell me when they're holding their next gathering or are we going to have to force it out of you?"
Hand gripped around the neck, Nikolai shoved him to the ground knocking the wind out of Mr.Polakoff with a loud crack.
Knocking his head against the ground blood started to trickle from Mr.Polakoff's head slowly coloring the cement beneath him in a dark crimson red. Gasping for air with his hands dug at Nikolai's grip, he could feel himself slowly loose his consciousness while Nikolai's dark hazel eyes dug into his soul as if not allowing him to give in to the darkness.
"The four seasons..." with a faint gasping voice as tears escaped his eyes. He finally understood why Nikolai Romanoff was called the Blood Tsar.
Known for his cruel acts of torture and murder, Nikolai was set off on a bloody crusade of revenge for his parents against the Lukin mafia. Taking over his parents rolls, Nikolai became the leader of the Romanoff mafia at the age of sixteen.
In the act of seeking revenge, for the next five years Nikolai ruthlessly murdered and took over the Lukin mafia slowly in order for them to fall unknowingly and desperately into his hands. With that mission in mind, on Nikolai's orders the Romanoff mafia set out to wipe out any member connected to the Lukin mafia giving him the name Blood Tsar.
"Day and time." hand still firmly grasped around his neck, Nikolai increased the pressure he forced through his hand giving little room for Mr.Polakoff to catch his breath.
"T-tomorrow *gasp* t-ten" finally lifting his hand off Mr.Polakoff continuously coughing and gasping for air, Nikolai walked back to the black Mercedes that sat outside the building.
"Clean up the mess in twenty minutes, we have a two hour drive back." as he gave his commands to Boris and Roman, Nikolai called his sovietnik* Victor to prepare for tomorrows new mission.
"Yes, four seasons at ten. It's the gala hosted by the hotel for the politicians and businessmen to talk. Just prepare me a suit for tomorrow, you have two hours to come up with the men and supplies.
*Bang*
"I'll give them another ten minutes I suppose." gun shot ringing from the building, Nikolai continued to make calls in order to prepare for the fight that was going to occur at the four seasons.
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"Here you go beautiful!"
"Ummm thank you..." shyness emanating from her voice, Laura gave a slight smile back to the taxi drive before he drove off.
Walking up to the brightly lit building in front of her, Laura was escorted into the hotel by a busboy.
"Welcome to the four seasons! How may I help you miss?"
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*Tsar: also spelled czar, tzar and/or csar title used to designate the kings of the country such as Bulgaria and Russia
*sovietnik: "support group" second in command, watches over the brigadiers (captain in charge of a small group of men)