Three months had passed since the explosion that supposedly ended the reign of Nikolai Volkov. Three months since Russia mourned the fall of a king and Sergei had taken over the position as the acting leader of the gang. In Tuscany, Italy, on a long table in the centre of a dim room sat in dark suits, the European mafia Council, the highest circle of the Eastern underworld. Every seat was taken by dozens of high-ranking members who sat stiffly, their expressions carved with worry. The air smelled of cigar smoke, gun oil, and whiskey. At the head of the table sat Sergei Volkov, the former Don, and the man everyone once feared. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished wood. "Let us begin," he said coldly. Suddenly, murmurs spread through the room as one of the councilmen, Viktor, rose from his seat. "Three months without a leader," he began. "No one has seen Nikolai since that night, I think it's time to find a new leader" Several men nodded while a few others hid p
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