Post by Kazimir Rodinkov on Jan 12, 2021 7:54:35 GMT
[Some Point before Scotland on world timeline]
Most people, normal people, went out on Friday nights after work to catch a few drinks, unwind, and relax. Enjoy their evening. Some people enjoyed their night a bit too much. They either got plastered, had a bit too much cocaine, pissed off the wrong person, or...you found yourself inconveniently at the wrong time and place and had to stare down the barrel of a Baretta with a very pissed off Russian on the other end of it.
To say Kaz was annoyed would be an understatement. The man he'd been hunting had been particularly difficult to track and find, his cronies were more then Kaz had also bargained for being by himself. His hand still hurt from his split open knuckles, and he'd just gotten the suit he would most certainly have to replace. Bloodstains were a bitch to wash out.
"On your feet." He all but growled. The man was a thief as far as Kaz knew, someone Carmine wanted to question for information about something another, and Kaz was supposed to bring him to a warehouse. What was supposed to be an easy job, turned a bit more complicated, but wasn't something he couldn't handle. He just hoped Gia went easy on her merciless teasing him being late.
"Look if it's money you want, I got lots of it, I-I'll give you anything you want j-just please don't-" The butt of the barretta was slammed into the temple of the man, and he promptly fell over, now unconscious. "Izvinyayus, didn't catch that." Kaz muttered before reached into his jacket to re-holster the gun in the shoulder holster he was wearing. He glanced up and down the alley then, ensuring he hadn't been spotted before he bent down and began dragging his new friend the car he had waiting. Kazimir Rodinkov was not the largest man. In fact he was actually on the shorter, slender side. More agile and lithe than muscle, but that didn't mean he didn't have it, and it definitely didn't mean he was less dangerous. The ones you underestimated were what cost you your life.
Five minutes later he was duct taped, gagged, and napping in the trunk. Kaz started the engine, ignoring the pain in his left bicep from the knife would he'd suffered, and ignoring the sticky sensation in his sleeve. He'd deal with it later. After another thirty minute drive, he pulled off onto the dirt road, the run down warehouse building in the distance. He pulled up to the gate and pulled it open before driving through. Flashing his headlights so whoever was standing watch would know it was him.
He popped the trunk then and got out, pulling their target up and out by his armpits before he managed to get him draped over a shoulder, and then picked him up. Slamming the trunk shut, he kept a steady hold on him by crossing an arm over the back of his thighs. He dug in his pocket with his free hand, pulling out his pack of cigarettes'. Using his teeth to pull one out, and put the pack back in his pocket and then pulled out his lighter, quickly lighting it as he walked into the ware house. There was on over head light on the main floor. The building was relatively empty save for a few old storage containers. There was a lone chair in the middle of the room and Kaz went and dumped him on it. Wincing slightly, he pulled the cigarette out from between his lips, and let a plume of smoke out as his upper lip curled up to show his annoyance. "Otets! Special delivery." His Russian accent was thicker then normal. Showing his agitation, but also the pain he was in.
He put the cigarette back in his mouth as he backed up and took his suit jacket off. Revealing the bloodstains on his upper left arm as it had blossomed against the white fabric of his white button up. He turned towards the table they'd set up earlier, and tossed his jacket on it before he went in search of a med kit.
Gia Smith Mr. Carmine
* Izvinyayus = sorry
*Otets = father
Most people, normal people, went out on Friday nights after work to catch a few drinks, unwind, and relax. Enjoy their evening. Some people enjoyed their night a bit too much. They either got plastered, had a bit too much cocaine, pissed off the wrong person, or...you found yourself inconveniently at the wrong time and place and had to stare down the barrel of a Baretta with a very pissed off Russian on the other end of it.
To say Kaz was annoyed would be an understatement. The man he'd been hunting had been particularly difficult to track and find, his cronies were more then Kaz had also bargained for being by himself. His hand still hurt from his split open knuckles, and he'd just gotten the suit he would most certainly have to replace. Bloodstains were a bitch to wash out.
"On your feet." He all but growled. The man was a thief as far as Kaz knew, someone Carmine wanted to question for information about something another, and Kaz was supposed to bring him to a warehouse. What was supposed to be an easy job, turned a bit more complicated, but wasn't something he couldn't handle. He just hoped Gia went easy on her merciless teasing him being late.
"Look if it's money you want, I got lots of it, I-I'll give you anything you want j-just please don't-" The butt of the barretta was slammed into the temple of the man, and he promptly fell over, now unconscious. "Izvinyayus, didn't catch that." Kaz muttered before reached into his jacket to re-holster the gun in the shoulder holster he was wearing. He glanced up and down the alley then, ensuring he hadn't been spotted before he bent down and began dragging his new friend the car he had waiting. Kazimir Rodinkov was not the largest man. In fact he was actually on the shorter, slender side. More agile and lithe than muscle, but that didn't mean he didn't have it, and it definitely didn't mean he was less dangerous. The ones you underestimated were what cost you your life.
Five minutes later he was duct taped, gagged, and napping in the trunk. Kaz started the engine, ignoring the pain in his left bicep from the knife would he'd suffered, and ignoring the sticky sensation in his sleeve. He'd deal with it later. After another thirty minute drive, he pulled off onto the dirt road, the run down warehouse building in the distance. He pulled up to the gate and pulled it open before driving through. Flashing his headlights so whoever was standing watch would know it was him.
He popped the trunk then and got out, pulling their target up and out by his armpits before he managed to get him draped over a shoulder, and then picked him up. Slamming the trunk shut, he kept a steady hold on him by crossing an arm over the back of his thighs. He dug in his pocket with his free hand, pulling out his pack of cigarettes'. Using his teeth to pull one out, and put the pack back in his pocket and then pulled out his lighter, quickly lighting it as he walked into the ware house. There was on over head light on the main floor. The building was relatively empty save for a few old storage containers. There was a lone chair in the middle of the room and Kaz went and dumped him on it. Wincing slightly, he pulled the cigarette out from between his lips, and let a plume of smoke out as his upper lip curled up to show his annoyance. "Otets! Special delivery." His Russian accent was thicker then normal. Showing his agitation, but also the pain he was in.
He put the cigarette back in his mouth as he backed up and took his suit jacket off. Revealing the bloodstains on his upper left arm as it had blossomed against the white fabric of his white button up. He turned towards the table they'd set up earlier, and tossed his jacket on it before he went in search of a med kit.
Gia Smith Mr. Carmine
* Izvinyayus = sorry
*Otets = father
