Zhmyh, come over here, you lucky demon! Lemme give you a goddamn hug. Good job on patrolling Drozhino,
bratishka [1]. The whole town’s buzzing about your
druzhina [2]! My neighbor, a cop, made a slip in speaking the other day. He said the cops haven’t seen such a drop in robberies and hooliganism in seven years. Some people are angry, of course. Mostly the moms and dads of those thugs that your boys kicked in the balls, but you know what, f**k them and their beloved little children. Anyway, pass my gratitude to your boys, man. They’re true working class heroes, unlike those and morons from the
Chernorusskaya Narodnaya Armiya [3]. For you, Zhmyh, and for your
druzhinniks [4]. Cheers!
*chugs a shot*
Alright, enough cheering, mates. There’s a serious business to discuss. Zhmyh, you told me about that rumor you got from a local pusher. Since you’re the hero of the day, why don’t you just spit it out as it is to the boys here.
***
Thanks, Seryoga. Um… Long story short. There was this one little tw*t that tried to cell crack near the factory hostel… Me and my boys caught him and we… What? Cut to the chase? Fine. Anyway, there’s going to be a big
strelka [5] between two gangs of local
bratva [6] in a warehouse on the Serysheva street. Yeah, probably some business talk or, maybe, a big-time deal or something. I think it’s our chance to pin them up against the wall, if you know what I mean.
Here’s the plan. Let’s get some good Kalashnikovs and some ammo with the money Bolt has made during his bookmaker heist in the Zelenogorsk fight. Before the strelka begins and before they secure the warehouse, let’s put several canisters of gas around the building, evenly distributed. Plus spill some gas on the ground too. Cover it with some tarp, maybe, so that they don’t attract any attention. When the bratva gathers and their goons start guarding the perimeter, forty boys should to be taking positions around the warehouse, with two trucks waiting behind the corner to pick our boys up. Two other trucks should block the streets that lead to the warehouse, so that no cops or freaking fire-engines can intervene. No, just block them, like your car broke while you were making a U-turn, y’know what I mean?
Once we’re on positions, we ignite the fuel. How? I don’t know, depending how well they patrol the whole perimeter. Worst comes to worst, just throw a f***ing Molotov’s cocktail. At the same moment, start shooting the goons that guard all that circus, just so that they couldn’t stop the fire. Sooner or later, people inside will start running out of the warehouse. Our boys just need to mow them down at the exit. If some of them choose to stay inside, they’ll get cooked like the f***ing pigs they are.
How does it sound?
***
Sounds like a plan, Zhmyh. Sounds like a plan. What do we do if they try to break through on some armored limo? Didn’t think this through? I think we gotta buy some RPG or grenades in that case. What? Where do we get that? Vasilyich knows a local non-commissioned officer, he’ll sell us some nice puppy for a bribe. I think that should do.
Any questions, mates? No questions? Alright, then let’s drink for our luck. Cheers!
[*1 – “little brother”;
*2 – warband, or citizen guard;
*3 – Charnarus People’s Army;
*4 – warband fighters;
*5 – criminal meeting;
*6 - mafia]