To be a part of Russian Mafia bratva,you got to pass various tests,also through them,you got to show that you are loyal to bratva.
Russia '89; Arrival of the new Cartel.Serge dusted his hands. Another drug cartel had just been picked up. Don't even bother asking what happened with the old cartel. Lets just say 5 people dead, and the name Andre. Yeah, that’s right, big Andre. The leader was Johnny Marcellon. He was the big man, he controlled his goons and bowed down before us. We thought hell, another cartel, what could POSSIBLY go wrong? Other than.. a big.. shootout.. with 3 people dead.
Mikhail saw it coming. He knew that something was up. He knew Johnny's past. It sounds like bullshit, but he did, and he knew the person Johnny was and what he was capable of. Including a Columbian massacre on the borders of Mexico, after the fucked up drug trade of '96. Sevastian was with Victor, Alex and Dmitri when they were killed. He saw it all and was lucky to make it out alive. He was there undercover, you can pretty much call him a scout, looking out for the big drugs which made the most money and contained the big, BIG sales. Johnny was completely oblivious to what was going on. As a matter of fact, the reason Johnny and his boys became the new
cartel was because of how God damn ruthless he is. Little did he know, Victor, Alex and Dmitri was with us. Well obviously not anymore. Rest in Peace.
Russia '90; Get those Drugs.The drug business was steady although many sellers were running out of their supply. The crime in Moscow was rapidly booming and becoming a big money making opportunity for many crooks and crims. The operation was simple. Rob a store, raid a building, get the cash, get the stash. Drugs, guns, goods, all being sold for less than a biscuit of the original price. Ha. People would go to any limits to earn cold hard cash, even if it meant murder. The warehouse was STACKED with drugs. Those damn niggers were stacked with that shit. Mikhail had sent in some of the boys to try and raid and get out alive. He really didn't care if they died, as long as one of them came out alive with the drugs. They would probably be assassinated later anyway. Serge was playing the role as the scout, Vlad took control of the men on the floor, and Mikhail took care of the getaway routes. It ended up as a massacre, in one favor. We took the drugs with only one death, Peter. He was only a young fella' 18 I think he was. Nobody really cared for him, he was more.. the lonely type. Always talked and sat by himself, never really bothering to talk to anyone or attempting to make conversations, or friends for that matter. Oh well, that was his fault, not ours. He died doing what he was supposed to do. Serve the fucking family. No. Matter. What.
Russia '91; Snitches and Bitches.Boom. The gunshot echoed around the dark and musty room. Serge knew what he did was right and didn't think any less of the disgusting act. Dead, lay Sevastian, lifeless, cold and bloodied. One shot to the head, and that was it. "Oh well, it was his fault" exclaimed Vlad. "Fucking snitch." said Mikhail. Sevastian just did not know when to shut his mouth. He ran it like he was in a 100m sprint, talking trash and proclaiming big cash. Earning the family a bad name, he had to be stopped, no matter what. It REALLY was not nothing personal, just business. Speaking of business. We had just expanded our services to Yugoslavia and Armenia, our boys were doing fuckin’ well. Selling our shit like it was to flies.
We didn’t rely on the boys in Yugoslavia as much as we did in Armenia, Jay Arakalien took care of the cartels in Armenia, and the involvement of crime with drugs was fucking unbelievable. I had never seen so much coke in my life, that was when we visited of course, it the Summer of ’91. You didn’t think we were unharmed right? You probably didn’t, and your right. Two boys dead, and three lost their fucking limbs. Arms, legs, whatever. We really did not decide to keep our security at it’s best. Stupid fucking Andre. The dumbass was in charge of security, but he couldn’t do shit. So we taught that motherfucker a lesson. He wants to F**k around? He can suffer the burns and pain that he received, for making us lose our fucking suppliers and our supply.
We continued to get most of the money back in motherland Russia. We took care of business much more serious in Russia than those other countries. We had a bit more faith that it would work out in our hometown. We knew what we would have to do and were familiar with the surroundings and familiar characteristics of the trade business.
Russia ’92; Mikhail’s Release and Khristina's Arrival.Mikhail was back with the family, and ready to start selling drugs again, no matter the consequences. They needed money and needed it fast. Luckily, the family met with a young Russian lady named, Khristina Lenora. She was just like the boys, young and curious, looking to sell drugs and make the big cash. They met thanks to Vlad, they were associates back in ’89, both selling drugs. Selling drugs wasn’t Khristina’s only way of getting money, prostitution was the other way. She started her prostitution business in the winter of ’92, working for many of the pimps around town, but eventually making her way to be a higher position in the prostitution business. With Khris, came her men. Eight middle aged men, willing to do just what Khris wanted, which is just what we wanted. Serve for the family and make that damn cash.
Russia '93- ; Present Day.The family continued their business expansion, moving into Los Santos to create a new organisation after the fucked up events in Russia from 91-92 including the death of long time family member, Skrysei Mcozhkov. It was a trajic loss. This is when the family decided to re-build their foundation beginning by moving to the land of opportunity. America. The family thought you could do whatever the F**k you wanted to do in America. Sell drugs, proclaim lies, cheat and get away with just about anything. The family were finally confident, as they landed in the world of new beginnings and had a lead to a successful life of crime. America.
The Stravynsky Crime Family was formed in early 1987 by Mikhail and Sergio Stravynsky. A reform had sent people packing from jobs and being thrown out of homes, the crime rate was increasing rapidly in Moscow. After Mikhail had been thrown out of his job as a forklift driver, his brother Sergio and himself began small time crime to keep up with life's necessities. Committing muggings and small-time theft, began to turn into 24/7 hold ups and extortion. Mikhail and his brother began to think of this as a business. In early 1988 The two brothers met up with a man by the name of Vladimir Lemm and. Mikhail had previously been in contact with Mr. Lemm, working on the extortion of drugs and small firearms.
In the coming time, business began to boom, the Stravynsky brothers wanted to make a name for themselves, beginning to recruit others into what seemed to be a Crime Family, the Stravynsky Crime Family. The first was a middle-aged man, Joey, he was the kind of guy who hated talking and loved action. At this time Vlad and the Stravynsky brothers were wanted fugitives, In late September 1990, law enforcement officers busted into one of their drug and weapon storage garages, Vlad, Sergio and Mikhail were able to flee however Joey was caught, being sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment. That's the way the cookie crumbles...You're in the business, for life.
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