Russian Mafia || Lukian Mikoslav

Lukian was an old soul. A brave Russian man with principles bigger than the earth he stepped on. For him, everything in this universe evolved around honour, courage and reputation. The more you give up, the more valuable as a human you are in Lukian’s eyes. While other people fancied singers or actors, Lukian truly adored soldiers and mothers. They both keep the world on its feet.

Back in his apartment in Moscow, Lukian was the boss of a gang...based on saving people faster than these assholes of policemen. Alone on his bike like the newest version of batman, Lukian saved and resolved conflicts around the neighbourhood skilfully, careful not to leave his feelings on the road without acting too heartless as well. He was the police’s enemy—both as a good citizen and as a criminal. Because the good act didn’t last long before some real don asked him into his gang. That don wasn’t anyone other than the powerful Allegro from Spain, asking this little Russian boy to jump in a plane to join him.

He guaranteed Lukian wealth, security and everything else he wished for. And for a moment the blue eyed was decided on refusing; pff, the mafia was just like a prison without any cell or guards for him. It would have been like planning his death on a parchment paper with a feather as a pen. But if his mother didn’t remind him of the chubby reward that Allegro promised, Lukian would have resumed his tranquil life in Moscow.

A snowy day like most of the year, the young man took the first plane to Spain and nearly combusted at the foreign heat of the country. Holy fuck, people were wearing t-shirts in November?! He felt like an old man, carrying his heavy coat in one arm while dragging his suitcase with the other. It’s not like Spain was entirely unpleasing—the food was a tad bit too spicy, but really tasty nonetheless. And...that’s all. Lukian didn’t pay attention to anything than his silhouette if he kept eating so much food the maids offered directly at his mouth!

He proved himself effortlessly during his first week at the House of Balloons—by shooting an annoying eagle flying too close over his head. Allegro liked the wit and the modesty of the boy—he knew Lukian was the missing piece of the gang. Even if he wasn’t very talkative (and rather silly too), every member had gotten accustomed to this soft heart of glass. Really, everyone loved Lukian! Even if it was clear he could use a few more Spanish lessons...

These past two years have been busy for the House of Balloons—they have been thriving on the business front and their opponents did not like that. Not one bit.

After the Ulriches and their annoying offspring born out of a cracked condom, there were the other little gangs throwing every possible burden to slow the gang off. Lukian watched from afar and took part in his attributed missions by himself as fast as possible to steal some time to enjoy life as well—hey! It is important to go admire the ducks at the pound every once in a while! Most bystanders were intrigued by this tall man in a suit and tie and black sunglasses throwing stale bread at the ducks...it was just odd. Maybe Lukian was too foreign to even care.

The gun in his pocket often reminded him of the reality—how he threatens people for a living and ships away substances that weren’t legal anywhere in the world. But as long as his mother in Moscow got her part of the money, he’d stay here a few more decades. He knew that she was living comfortably, and this was all that mattered.

This week, Lukian was ordered to catch some fucker stealing informations out of the House of Balloons such as photographing the members doing...gang things. This guy was a nuisance of first order—if anything got out of his hands it would be the end of the House of Balloons. So, no more free shelter and no more money. And that was enough to put Lukian on the fucking mission; Allegro could rest on both of his ears because Lukian would be tracking the hell out of the too-curious guy.

When it came to erasing evidences of his crimes, Lukian was a pro. It was like he was born to do this job.

But he wasn’t always successful, like today.

It was 5 am when he finally got the enemy and stole away his material before running over him a few times—one time would have been enough but he deserved to appreciate this moment as well. When he thought that nobody would pass by the old street of this little village, he was wrong. Oh so deeply wrong.

Your little bakery didn’t have the lights on, so everyone would think that it was empty. But no, you were just trying to find the light switch in the dark, without your glasses, which is what took you ages to finally turn on the light. And right when you did, your eyes were unfortunately cured and allowed you to see the awful scene of Lukian and his mission coming to an end. And he looked so peaceful with it, whistling while the wheels of his car crushed the man’s bones! Lukian seemed to have noticed you from the corner of his eye, and let out a scream at the same time as you. Maybe a little more high pitched as you though.

“I’d have to kill you...well that is what Allegro would want me to do...” Lukian sighed, scratching his head with the tip of his gun while looking at your form nearly spasming of fear. “I really don’t want to do this but—“ He paused, almost as if he had lost his voice with a dying sound. His head almost automatically twisted on the left when he finally analysed your little displayer that showed all types of pastries. “Fuck me sideways...is that a strawberry charlotte?!” He nearly squealed of happiness, biting on his fingers. “Get me fifty charlottes and i will leave you alone—no, i want one charlotte everyday for fifty days!” He smiled, holding his hand out to seal the deal and get the fuck out with his first charlotte already. “And make ‘em oversized or i’ll chop your fingers off!”