10-10-2013, 04:57 AM
Vlad opened the door through the privacy chain. He hadn't really expected to see Yuri again. But here he stood in the red glow of the Red Light District ready to work. Vlad laughed at himself, he doubted the boy was ready to work. He closed the door and unlatched the privacy chain then opened the door for the boy. "You're late." He said with disgust. "Always be on time for meetings. With me or anyone you do business with for me."
It was one strike and there weren't many in this game. Even one strike like that with the wrong person and your life is forfeit.
Vlad lead Yuri through the empty living room. It was void of all things except a few folding chairs and a table with two men idling playing a game of cards with their handguns sitting on their right side. The floor was uneven as they walked across it. It really was a shit hole but it had done well for the business at hand.
Through the small kitchen that reeked of slightly rotten food that sat on the stove. Vlad sighed. He was going to have to lay down the law again it seemed. Everyone here needed to behave better or the law would come down on them.
Vlad led Yuri down the hall way. Vlad pointed to the door on the left, "That's where the coke is cut." It was probably the safest room in the house, it was also the best kept one. A few feet on the right Vlad opened the door, Inside was a small alchemy set. Beakers and Bunsen burners, tubes and contraptions. It looked like a mad scientists lab. But this was ot the lab. This was the the manufacturing facility. His lab was in the basement of Igors, where he could spend more of his time.
Vlad indicated for Yuri to come in. He shut the door behind them and flipped on a blue light. It made the work easier. In the corners supplies were stacked neatly in boxes. Most of them labeled 'Sugar'. Vlad sat down at the table in the far corner. "You have a choice to make."
"I have three potential jobs for you. One - selling. Two - taking care of the mistakes the others make." He hoped Yuri understood the last one. "With your unique talents I could use your help in other areas. Ones that would pay far more than I could offer you. It's a trade secret, but for you and your stash the benefits could be far greater." Vlad was implying letting him in on the secrets of his little pill. But Vlad didn't think the boy had the patience or the will to actually do real hard work.
"The choice is yours."
It was one strike and there weren't many in this game. Even one strike like that with the wrong person and your life is forfeit.
Vlad lead Yuri through the empty living room. It was void of all things except a few folding chairs and a table with two men idling playing a game of cards with their handguns sitting on their right side. The floor was uneven as they walked across it. It really was a shit hole but it had done well for the business at hand.
Through the small kitchen that reeked of slightly rotten food that sat on the stove. Vlad sighed. He was going to have to lay down the law again it seemed. Everyone here needed to behave better or the law would come down on them.
Vlad led Yuri down the hall way. Vlad pointed to the door on the left, "That's where the coke is cut." It was probably the safest room in the house, it was also the best kept one. A few feet on the right Vlad opened the door, Inside was a small alchemy set. Beakers and Bunsen burners, tubes and contraptions. It looked like a mad scientists lab. But this was ot the lab. This was the the manufacturing facility. His lab was in the basement of Igors, where he could spend more of his time.
Vlad indicated for Yuri to come in. He shut the door behind them and flipped on a blue light. It made the work easier. In the corners supplies were stacked neatly in boxes. Most of them labeled 'Sugar'. Vlad sat down at the table in the far corner. "You have a choice to make."
"I have three potential jobs for you. One - selling. Two - taking care of the mistakes the others make." He hoped Yuri understood the last one. "With your unique talents I could use your help in other areas. Ones that would pay far more than I could offer you. It's a trade secret, but for you and your stash the benefits could be far greater." Vlad was implying letting him in on the secrets of his little pill. But Vlad didn't think the boy had the patience or the will to actually do real hard work.
"The choice is yours."