Mafia Rusia Terkenal Novels & Stories

As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct. The Russian Bratva has gained infamy for its ruthless tactics and wide-ranging criminal operations, encompassing illicit activities such as drug trafficking, arms smuggling, money laundering, and extortion. Employing a combination of violence and intimidation, we stop at nothing to accomplish our objectives, often leaving a trail of high-profile assassinations and bombings in our wake. It comes as no surprise that governments across the globe regard us with apprehension and trepidation.

I said with tears in my eyes while Klarissa consoled me. "You are the one who put me in this mess. I tried to make you understand the importance of things, but you chose not to see it with your eyes and even made an attempt to run away." He walked closer to me. "Aleksei owns the biggest cartel in Russia and even though I have as much power as he would, he easily outsmarts me and would have killed your brother." "I am sorry, Ava, but Father is right." Dmitri's eyes had guilt written all over them as he spoke to me. "It would have been my pleasure to have his head on a spike."

Before we had the chance to enter I tug on her hand to get her to stop with me. "What is it, why did we stop?" "Do you think our moms knew about this all along?" "I think they do." I spent most of the day thinking about my conversation this morning with my cousin. It was still a bit difficult to believe, my dad is such a good person. How could he have been the leader of a Mafia? That too is one of the largest ones in Italy and Russia. After doing my research I learned that they were responsible for a lot of murders, drugs, and gun smuggling, and the one that terrified me the most was trafficking girls

I looked at her. "I was just following orders." she replied as i raised an eyebrow at her. Who keeps giving them orders? I was about to ask from who but Alexia beat me to it. "From a man named Moscov." Marina replied "Moscov? Does that ring any bell?" Alex asked me. It does ring a bell. Moscov is the right hand man of the Russian mafia leader and we are allies. He wouldn't, would he? Or, Moscov is a fucking snitch.

The question came out broken, desperate. "My name is Nikolai Dragunov." He looked at me carefully, and whatever he saw on my face there made him smile wider. "I see you recognize it." Fuckity, fuck fuck fuck. I did recognize it. Everyone in Moscow who had even a passing knowledge of the underworld knew that name. Nikolai Dragunov. The Winter King. Pakhan of the Dragunov Bratva, one of the most powerful criminal organizations in Russia. I scammed a mafia boss.

Carl looked on to his step brother for explanation. “Would you rather have the shipments destroyed at the warehouses before they get to China?” Ciro replied with a question. “What do you mean?” “What I mean is, Shrevolsky is a tough figure in Russia and the Serdof Cartel is the most popular Mafia gang in the entire region. Shervolsky says he owns Russia and thus any goods which goes in and out of Russia must pay tax to him thus, I signed the deal” Ciro explained.

He was basically ruining the purpose of spending Fifth million in charity. Aleksandr Fedorov was breaking his image He had established as a Billionaire, at this moment He was nothing else than The Bratva Pakhan. The merciless monster. The man whose name was whispered with fear in the whole Russian And Chicago. And New York was soon going to learn to follow their lead.

Sophia asked. "I know that man, he once gave me his business card." I explained to her. "Oh! That's a coincidence." Sophia said. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked her. "What's that? She asked back. "Apart from this mafia world, who is Roman in the society?" I asked him. She smiled. "People know Roman and your dad as rivals in business. Roman is a multi billionaire. A ruthless CEO and they rumored him to be in a cult. Roman has different business chains in Russia that already made their ways into International trade." She explained.

Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor. He was well known for his brutality and people feared him all over.

When Mikhail said he was letting me out, I didn’t think he was going to make a maid in the mansion. I was the only maid who didn’t reside in the servant quarters. Being a maid was better than being someone’s sex slave. It’s what made me somewhat grateful that the Russian mafia took me. All those stories Alfonso told me about the Bratva were fake. He said they were cannibals and would eat me alive and spit me out in pieces if I associated with them. So far, they were way better than the Cosa Nostra which treated women like they were sex toys to be played with.