Mafia Rusia Terkenal Novels & Stories

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

Father replied. "Damn!" Mikael yelled. "You see brother? you're a pain in the ass even for mother." Xander spoke in a manner that angered me. "Don't worry Mikael, Lilith isn't gonna suffer, I know she's in good hands unlike that peasant in Hunter's room. Uh.. what's her name again?" "Hmm. Iesha." Father concluded. "How did you know that?" I was confused on how he knew her or even her name. "I'm the greatest Mafia there is remember?"

Her eyes darted around her surroundings to make sure no one was listening to us before she be started speaking, “Do you know how Leonardo was able to take over the mafia and all it's operation under three months? He did it with the help of the Russian mafia.” “Russian Mafia?” I repeated, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. My father always said that the Russian Mafia was troublesome and didn't get along with the others so well. They were said to have a high sense of superiority and they were a very tight, disciplined organization which believed that only them should be in charge of the underground world.

Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud. Mafia-terrorist-type organized crime syndicate. The Russian mafia... "Bratva" The Japanese mafia... "Ninkyō dantai but is more commonly known as Yakuza" The Sicilian Mafia and the related Italian-American Mafia refer to their organizations as "Cosa Nostra" More than 5,500 members. The Sicilian Mafia has used other names to describe itself throughout its history, such as "The Honoured Society". Mafiosi are known among themselves as "men of honor" or "men of respect".

came towards her like a missile landing on her mere world of imagination. "What did you say?" He inquired again just to make it confirm whether he had heard right or the young girl just threw something in dark. Bratva is not a mere man or a political leader who can be approachable easily. Bratva is the Russian Mafia or the Boss. Nobody except few had seen the new Bratva as he had still kept his identity hidden to come up with a massive entry. Few spectators who had ever got a glimpse of him often said only one line.

“Irene, my name is Gunsyn Kuznetsov. Do you know who I am?” My blood turns to ice slurry. If I wasn’t already terrified, I would be now. Everyone in the city knows Gunsyn Kuznetsov. He’s one of the bosses of the Russian Mafia, and as far as I know, the most powerful. I saw something about him on the news a month or two ago.

"Probably." "Cockroaches get bolder if they think they can barge into my territory at will." Bratva? Did they mean the Russian mafia? Like, another powerful secret club that was a complete mystery to the public? The only thing known about them was that the Bratva existed, and their presence was known through acts of total anarchy. Like the Cosa Nostra, but they were brutal. As the public began to forget about them, arson, property destruction, and other crimes made headlines.

I told him. "Rick jogia!" He screamed "his name is Rick jogia! Please let me go!" He cried bitterly. Matteo steps up next to me, an iPad in his hand as he read from it to me. "Rick jogia is a Japanese Don, Samuel." "Rick jogia...." I mutter to myself "I've never heard of him before." "Apparently he is a Russian Mafia and he calls himself king. He owns an organization called 'Black Cocaine.' and he has no family that I can see here. His criminal records is clean too."

“What the hell is a Vengas? Why did you bring me all the way down here? If this is a trap, I’m absolutely not playing your ridiculous game.” I laughed, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, cold warning. “You are so incredibly clueless about yourself,” I said, my tone mocking his ignorance. “You think you know exactly who you are, Noah? You don’t know anything. A Vengas is not a human being. They are terrifyingly dangerous, capable of stealing a wolf’s entire power with a single touch. And you? You are officially one of them.”

I swiped the phone and answered it. “We have a problem.” I frowned. “Vassily called. Viktor is dead.” I unconsciously stood abruptly from the shock. The table rattled, almost spilling my coffee. “He thinks it was the English mafia but he doesn’t have proof yet. He asks for a meeting with you, fratello. He’s now the leader of the entire Russian mafia. “We leave as soon as possible.” I answered. “Of course. Also Demario has been taken care of.” “Good.”