Started- September 2019
Competed - October 2022
Oh I didn't know it would be this big. Looking out the window from the uber I that stop at the gate with a few guards standing in front of it. I got out the car thanking the driver and getting on my ph...
[I try my best with this; as someone who has never been in court etc I had to watched and read a lot of mafia court cases and trials to like to write this. Ian a damn lawyer I'm a 21yr old typer. Sorry if you went to court and it didn't go like this; I pulled inspiration from the Costello case, The commission trial 1985-87 and Big Tony trial. Due to not being confident only wrote a little sorry I just really didn't know how to stretch it.]
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A week passed
10:15am
"You are Ruslan Nikiforov?" A man from the board asked as he stood beside the judge while I gave a blank expression holding my right hand up. The stand wasn't even a regular where it's just the judge; court commission too. Like a fucking board room I'm dealing with.
"Yes sir."
"You solemnly swear this testimony to give this commission the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and give your full name." He demanded towards the end.
"Yes, Ruslan Slava Nikiforov." I spoke in a calm manner, already bored.
"Mr Nikiforov doesn't care to submit himself as a spectacle and on the further ground that'll be permitted to have the benefit of council to the fullest extent." The old man said as I covered my mouth yawning and losing my tie a little.
"Now Mr Nikiforov have you ever used the name Dmitrievna?" A woman apart of the council asked while looking down from time to time reading a document. The question didn't catch me off guard, just didn't know how deep they dig. They went out their way with this one.
Okay America I see your homework.
"Have I ever used the name Dmitrievna?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"No." I lied. "Not since I've been in America." I stated. Dmitrievna is my mother Maiden name. I used to use it a lot in my late teens and twenties.
"Have you use the name before you came to America?" She asked and I gave a short smile.
"No; Unless you're talking about when I was 12. Only use it so I can go on a field trip; you're going to lock me up for that?" I question hearing a couple people in the room cough as if they were holding in a laugh. I looked to my left seeing Angela smirk shaking her head.
"So you never use the name Dmitrievna?" She asked again.
"No." I answered, giving her my attention just to see her squinting me. A bald man beside her leaned over whispering something in her ear before she sucked her teeth turning a sheet of paper over pushing it aside.
I smiled.
"Have you ever used the name Petrovich?" The lady then asked. That's Vasili last name.
"No; that was an old friend of mine." I spoke honestly.
