Bratva Vories: Sheeva and Eddie Boy

   

     They decided to keep the third crate of Ciao Bliss inside the white van, driven to the edge of the plaftorm before the stairs. Eddie boy was unloading the shipment, evaluating and clearing space for the next cargo, which was running at 1PM sharp. Sheeva, recently recovered and having one less tooth, had been interrogated by the vories from the security comittee, to render a briefing on his account of the events involving the girl and his failed mission. It was definite, thought Sheeva, that his gang boss and Eddie already knew and could tell by his looks he'd been in a fight. Angrily, he minded little, regarding Sheeva with lesser, disdainful tones, for having been touched by his former cell mate in prison in an encounter not foreseen.

     "Third one arrives, you pull out; the other one comes in, and we're out." Eddie boy was talking to the nonchalant truck driver, who had just received only half his promised pay. He wasn't in a mood to protest, but he did warn Eddie he knew the rhino was a few tenders short. "I know it's not easy," said Eddie, "-but something's better than nothing."

     The Devil Lair's storage was a narrow wearhouse to the back of the establishment. It was wide enough, however, to almost entirely occupy the alley behind the Lair. The vories hauled wagons in and pulled the crates to the storage, and placed the merchandise in their respective spaces. The bourbon barrels to one side, with the smoky smell of burnt sandalwood and patchouli, the strength of the liquor was perceivable at the very first sniff.

     Soon the engines were roaring. The rest of the shipment had arrived just after prior's departure, along which an envelope that made Eddie boy happy was handed to him in his hands. Sheeva contemplated him receiving the cream envelope, with a smile and shaking the annoyed truck driver's hand. 

     It was late in the night, perhaps early morn, when by candlelight in his studio apartment, he observed out the widow a helicopter hovering over the rest of the buildings. A brief instant of passing sirens. The distant last songs of the night.

     "I wished, with all my heart, that they would not kill him. Harming yes, killing no. I so told Eddie, in his raging disgust and thirst for revenge, that I wanted no vengeance until I saw Frank lying on the floor, squirming on the ground. Frank, my soulmate, from a life distant to us both already, he who ties me to inescapable memories from Federal Prison. Walls down in Abigail. That passion would live inside me as an eternal foe. And Eddie would not take any of it, past, present nor future, distance nor time. The Pakhan had as well addressed the vories about Frank: he told him, as Eddie told them and as the Pakhan had said to me... Bring the girl, and Frank shall not suffer. I obviously had to bring the girl. And my watchful eye, for busy weeks, on end paid off naught but a broken tooth, an aching jaw, and a torn heart once more."

     ,Greetings 

     The contents of this solution breaker are dangerous and could be poisonous. The samples are strictly for reseach and investigation purposes.' 

     And underneath there were five blotters full of microdoses of Eddie's favorite recreational substance.