05-21-2014, 04:49 AM
Plans? Peter had no plans. He just wanted away from his uncle and his family for that matter. It would be better if they all thought he was dead. He couldn't do better, that's the whole reason why he was even in Moscow. "I don't know. I'll I want is out."
Education smeducation. He barely got through highschool. And he surely wasn't no day worker either. But for once in his life Peter actually had a chance for a future. So long as the Russian mob didn't figure out who sold out Vlad. They hated his uncle, but loved his money he gave them from he goodness of his heart. With Vlad out of the way they'd be free to take over his business. Too bad Uncle Vlad was the only one who knew how to make his little blue pill.
"You'll be doing a good to this nation, and every other. You'll not only take out one of your biggest drug lords here in the city, but you'll take out the only man who can produce those little blue pills you found on me when they pinched me. Peter smiled with satisfaction. "I just want out, you won't hear from me again.
Other than my obit anyway. Peter didn't have much hope, someone would find him, that he knew for fact.
*****
Thursday afternoon and Vlad sat in the crap hole place where he made his fortune. He waited patiently for Yuri to show up. There was nothing out but the basic chemistry set and several bags of sugar. The sugar bags lined the walls. It looked like a candy store room. There were never any drugs stored on the premises, it was all made and handed to the distributors until more was needed. Today Yuri would get his first glimpse at the products making. Today Vlad would see how strong this boy was. The weave was complex and it took patience to master. It was not your random throwing together to get the right high. Vlad had carefully crafted the pill to do just what it needed to keep them high, and make them want more. It was a perfect little creation. He was proud of his creation, proud of himself.
Edited by Vladimir, May 22 2014, 07:36 AM.
Education smeducation. He barely got through highschool. And he surely wasn't no day worker either. But for once in his life Peter actually had a chance for a future. So long as the Russian mob didn't figure out who sold out Vlad. They hated his uncle, but loved his money he gave them from he goodness of his heart. With Vlad out of the way they'd be free to take over his business. Too bad Uncle Vlad was the only one who knew how to make his little blue pill.
"You'll be doing a good to this nation, and every other. You'll not only take out one of your biggest drug lords here in the city, but you'll take out the only man who can produce those little blue pills you found on me when they pinched me. Peter smiled with satisfaction. "I just want out, you won't hear from me again.
Other than my obit anyway. Peter didn't have much hope, someone would find him, that he knew for fact.
*****
Thursday afternoon and Vlad sat in the crap hole place where he made his fortune. He waited patiently for Yuri to show up. There was nothing out but the basic chemistry set and several bags of sugar. The sugar bags lined the walls. It looked like a candy store room. There were never any drugs stored on the premises, it was all made and handed to the distributors until more was needed. Today Yuri would get his first glimpse at the products making. Today Vlad would see how strong this boy was. The weave was complex and it took patience to master. It was not your random throwing together to get the right high. Vlad had carefully crafted the pill to do just what it needed to keep them high, and make them want more. It was a perfect little creation. He was proud of his creation, proud of himself.
Edited by Vladimir, May 22 2014, 07:36 AM.