Mikhail was not a native of Russian. His mother had been a tragic character. His father, Gonzel sokolov had been a very Cruel man. He had ousted the former head of the scarlet syndicate. He had been the right hand man of the leader before he killed him.
His poor mother had unfortunately caught the eyes of Gonzel who fell in love with her instantly. He had wooed her but since she had a lover she had rejected him.
He'd killed the man right Infront of her then locked her up in his home. Since she was from a poor family, her parents were given money had forgot about her.
She had escaped him with the help of a rival gang that wanted to give a blow to his father. She found out she was pregnant after arriving in the US , his naive mother went ahead and kept the baby.
She had still named him and gave him Gonzel sir name , even after all he had done to.
She died when he had just clocked sixteen, that's when Gonzel found him and took him back to Russia with his mothers body.
He had been raised as the future boss , because Gonzel did not have any children. Many in the gang had tried to protest but had ended up six feet under, killed by either Mikhail himself or his father. That was what had earned him the devils nickname.
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Mikhail could be said to be cruel and decisive when attacking but he could not instill fear hjut by saying his name. He treated his men quite well if you are loyal hence his gang was the most sought after to join.
Mikhail sat on a sofa in a large private room in one from the most expensive restaurants in the city. His men, mostly high ranking sat around different seats wearing expensive suits and watches with women on their laps. The table was filled with alcohol, food and cigarettes bits.
Mikhail sat alone on a one sitter sofa as he smoked releasing strings of smoke up into the already toxic air.
He listened as his men talked about different things from gang business to women. He was getting boredwhen one of them suddenly sat up straighter.
"Have you guys heard of the krovanyi d'yavo? " It name ment the bloody devil.
Mikhail sat up straighter when he heard the name.
He was familiar with that nickname. The protagonist in the novel was legitimately scared of the name. The owner of the name was a walking lunatic who everyone in the underworld feared.
Only a selected few knew how he looked like and some had their body pieces fished out of the ocean. The original Mikhail also never tried to find him or get even curious.
The man was rumored to be from a very rich fami that dealt in selling and development of guns. They practically had their fingers on everything. The government was also rumored to be in their hands and we're responsible for most of the decisions.
" I heard of him, if you cross him you die," one of his men said with an exaggerated shudder.
" Even the gangs at St. Peters are scared of him."
Mikhail let them talk , he was not going to get involved in any of the stupid power struggles. His syndicate was well established and did need to step into those muddy waters.
He probably would never meet the bloody devil.
He turned to look outside as rain water slide downforming rivers down the glass.
He'd adapted very well into the world, the punishment he was waiting for from the universe or anything God but fate seemed to have cogged it's gears and adapted. That had given him a small sense of relief.
Managing a large syndicate was not an easy job.
He picked the glass of whiskey he had been drinking twirling it around ice clinking on the side of the glass.
He looked outside the window when he spotted a familiar figure walking in the rain while carrying his bag. Familiar blond hair plastered on his face . He was dressed in a black pullover and trousers socked in the rain that they stuck to him like a second skin. This startled him.
What is wrong with the boy and rain. He always spotted him in rain. He turned to look at the hotel as though instinctively he could sense Mikhail.
His lieutenant leaned close ," Boss, you hear me? Word is that psycho..
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" You talk too much," he said to the lieutenant as he put down the glass of alcohol watching as some escaped and slid down the outside of the glass.
He stood upand put on his coat.
" Order whatever," he said as he walked out leaving his subordinates confused.
He speedwalkedout of the hotel but when he got out Adrian had disappeared into the rain. He got into his car and drove down the road fast trying to catch up to the suicidal Adrian.
He spotted him Infront still walking with no care as though he was not afraid of the pouring rain.
Mikhail pulled right Infront of him and rolled down the window on the passenger side.
" Adrian, what the hell are you doing in the rain?" Mikhail practically shouted over the drumming of rain.
" I like the rain," Adrian answered as he bent to be on eye level with Mikhail.
" Get in the car," Mikhail commanded.
Adrian raised one of his eyebrows at his voice then got in the car his body still dripping.
" I hope you don't mind," he said as he put the seatbelt over himself," your car is wet."
Mikhail drove towards his house, he knew it was impulsive but he didn't care.
" So why are you walking in the rain?" He asked.
" I missed the bus," Adrian answered looking outside the window.
" Call a cab."
" All booked."
" You should have waited for the rain to stop."
" You know it won't."
" That's true."
Mikhail looked forward as his house gate appeared. There was a huge concrete wall with razor wires that sparked with live electricity.There were security guards everywhere and the moment they saw him drive the gate was buzzed open without him stopping .
Adrian looked at Mikhail under his hair and smiled, the prey had been caught.