Chapter 11-01ALEXEI*
A glass of water in my hand, the other free hand deep inside my pant pocket tapping my foot on the concrete hearing the loud noise from the truck as it disturbs the night pulling into one of the hidden Russian mafia warehouses. The horn keeps blaring till the truck containing my goods got into the warehouse coming to a halt, glancing by the side watching my men fall in line pulling the back door open confirming the product. Cutting a block open with his pen knife, he sniffs giving me a thumbs up causing my lips to twitch upwards in a crooked smile.
Like robots they began off loading the stuffed dolls filled with coke, some had serious gloom looks while others had excited grins plastrered on their faces because that truck screams hundreds of millions and hundreds of m
