Mafia Rusia Terkenal Novels & Stories

She nodded her head. "Ok let's do some work" she said while placing some file infront of me "I used my resources to find some information about the Russian and Brazilian " she said. "What information did you found?" I asked her. "So the Russians mob boss name is Ivan Volkov. He is an orphan and he only has a elder sister as a family. He was a part of Russian mafia but after working hard few years now he is the boss. There isn't much to know about him since he is a very introvert person " she told.

They had become enemies, and he had nearly died at Valentine's hands—the idea of warning him was absurd. To erase Valentine from his mind, Eugene thought about the Russian mafia he would soon meet. Commonly known as the Red Mafia, they were notorious for their cruelty. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many elites including military generals and government officials had been absorbed into the Red Mafia. Unlike Italian mafia who valued family and honor, the Red Mafia was a thoroughly corporate-style organization that moved solely for profit.

I was more interested in our position and the wealth we had acquired. "We have had reports that the Russian mafia is doing extremely well. Infact, they are doing well enough to threaten our position and to take over our territory," Ken said as he waved his hands about. Everyone stilled as they watched him. I also stared at the overgrown ape and the hideous tattoos that covered his neck. "There have been rumours of a rat in our mafia, boss," Ken added as he glanced at me. Why the fuck was he even looking at me? I hit a fist down onto the table so hard that it made a loud thudding sound. A couple of grown men flinched in their seats and I chuckled darkly before I began to speak.

I replied " Who else would you fvck that won't be?“ He replied with a side grin " Whatever” I rolled my eyes " I really don't want to handle little kids tonight, I've had a long hectic day” I grumbled as I clenched my fist. "Yeah I know and Greg is responsible for it, we'll surely deal with that a*shole” Adrian replied and took a sip of his alcohol. Greg had been my one time enemy, my rival. He's a Russian Mafia that is always being a d!ckhead. He would never mind his business but interfere with mine and that's what's pissing me off…

I could already feel the print observed in my brain as I exactly understood what this is. This is not just any warehouse or a gangs building. They are under the protection of a mafia. I have to find which one. A gang would be much more easier for me. But a mafia with no army from my side would be very difficult. But it all depends on who the mafia leader is and which mafia this is. And the problem there is only one mafia living in Russia. Russian mafia.

“Looks like it. The markings on the casing match their special loads. They don’t share those with anyone.” Eli sat frozen next to Cove, his hands still stained with dried blood. “Who are the Volkovs? I’ve heard the name but… I stayed away from that world.” Cove leaned his head back against the wall, breathing carefully. “The Volkov Bratva. Russian mafia. Nikolai Volkov runs it with an iron fist. Cold. Smart. Doesn’t start fights unless he knows he can finish them.” Lena set the evidence bag down on a metal table. “They’ve been quiet for the last year. Expanding into new territories. Arms, drugs, cyber stuff. If Nikolai is working with Marco, this war just got a lot bigger.”

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

Behind the rusty two-inch, thick bars of cell number five on the third lower level of El Sótano sits Andrya, a member of Timur Balandin’s little crusaders, a part of the Russian mafia. My town is a sacred ground. It is forbidden for the Russian mafia to set foot or even inhale the Las Mencían air. They aren’t even allowed to cruise on the waters surrounding these lands. They are not even fucking allowed to murmur the name of this town. Balandin just declared war by sending his men to my home.