MARGAUX
"Russians, Margie," I could hear my father's voice echoing inside my head while he was giving me a lecture about the Russian Mafia. "Are the batch that you wouldn't want as your enemies. They are ruthless and compared to us, they are bigger and held much more power within the mafia. I hope you keep that in mind, Margie. Never cross a Russian Mafia boss."
Well, I for one never really listened anyway. I laughed sarcastically inside my head as I found myself having the need to defend my dignity at the expense of getting fired and getting toasted by the Russian Mafia later on.
