Russian Mafia Stars Novels & Stories

I wasn't going to kill anybody, at least not tonight. One of the men who called himself Blade eventually spoke. The moniker is really absurd. As the meeting went on, I grew increasingly irritated. With my legs crossed on the table and another cigarette between my fingers, I was now in that position. I was listening to Blade discuss the mafia with my head somewhat tilted back. The arrangements they have been able to make. Or anyone they may have offended. Our wealth and position were what I was more curious about. "The Russian mafia is said to be doing exceptionally well. Well enough to seize our territory and pose a threat to our stance." Blade said, gesticulating with his hands.

And, my dear friend Katina is turning twenty today. Being the offspring of a mafia kingpin often leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. To put it bluntly, my father is Satan incarnate. Hailed as the most feared, merciless, heinous and self-serving figure in the world of organized crime. I can go on and on with derogatory adjectives, yet words fail to do him justice. He is the bloodthirsty commander of the Russian mob, the notorious Рыцари крови. Speaking of masterminds, the ruling don of global underworld bosses is none other than Semion Lebedev from Russia.

The city’s underworld churned with blood and ambition, and Vincent Russo’s empire, though ironclad, wasn’t the only beast prowling the streets. Across the river, in the industrial sprawl of the city’s eastern docks, the Volkov family held court, a Russian mafia dynasty as ruthless as they were cunning. Led by Dmitri Volkov, a bear of a man with a shaved head, ice-blue eyes, and a penchant for carving his initials into traitors’ flesh, the Volkovs had been gnawing at Russo’s territories for years.

He shook his head slightly and shrugged, an indication that he, too, was as clueless as I was about the impending announcement. "It's no secret that the Mexican Mafia has been encroaching upon Russia, seeking to establish a foothold and eventually overthrow the Tambov Bratva," my father's voice resonated with a somber undertone, capturing the room's attention. "Recent information has informed me that they've formed strategic alliances with both the American mafia and the Triad. Russia's prominence as a target for them is undeniable, and their determination to conquer it is unwavering. Given these circumstances, and after consultations with the Avtoritets, I've made the decision to forge an a

NIKOLAI PETROV *Russian men. ROMANO “TANK” Russian Mafia Household: EKATERINA PETROV *20 yrs., 5’3 VLADIMIR PETROV *36 yrs. Mexican Cartel Household: LOS RAMOS Others: LUCIO *Isadora’s Dobermann BRUNO *tattoo guy LYNETTE *piercing girl DANIELLA *Padrino’s ex ANTONELLA VENTURA *Lorenzo’s gf CAIN *Drug developer/ cook GALLO

It was obvious in their dynamic. I’d also heard a few stories from Marina. She was the only one I got to talk to as she brought me food every day. She told me about how easy it was to set Maxim off. She also testified that she had seen a lot of people drop dead in front of her just for testing Maxim. The Russian mob was known to be ruthless but their leader was even more feared. He was the most feared of all the mafias in America. I never thought the don would be someone this young. I didn’t know his age but I knew he hadn’t crossed his thirties.

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

“What!? But you said we were staying another week!” “I changed my mind.” Because if I stayed one more hour here, I’d go looking for Anastasia again. And that would be a disaster. Alex gripped the wheel. “Boss… the gangsters you killed at the club—did you find out who they belong to?” “Roosevelt Mafia Family,” I said calmly. Alex’s face was drained of color. “They’re the ones funding the drug trafficking in Europe and America. My spies confirmed they orchestrated the New York mayor’s murder.”

Spade entered inside too, putting on his seatbelt and putting the key inside the keyhole, turning it the car roared to life and he zoomed off. Lust was on the way to Deluca, so he'd drop Matteo off there before heading to meet Batroix. Batroix was a business partner he met on his trip to Russia. He was a famous and rich man in Russia. He was one of the few people the Russian mafia Don, introduced him to. Like all made men, he was involved with a lot of shady businesses, using his company as a cover up. He owned a strip club, where he had so many girls that worked for him over there in Russia.

And half the men in the restaurant, he realized as he glanced darkly around him. His eyes stopped on a familiar figure. Vladimir Sitnikov. The man owned this city's underworld. The parts Khalid didn't own, anyway. While the majority of Khalid's business interests were legitimate, Sitnikov tended toward the opposite. The majority of the cruel Russian mob bosses business was dirty, with only a few legitimate enterprises to launder money through.