The epitome of success, Ambrosius Sidorov had it all.
Money, though didn't need it.
Power, though it bored him.
A lavish penthouse in downtown Chicago.
And the most powerful Throne.
That is, up until the fateful night when his siblings were murdered...
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Vladivostok, Russia
Ambrosius had spent the last hour or so thinking -an excessive amount of time by any standard- during which he had made approximately $10 million. He had been lying down beside the fireplace, overlooking the lake and the city. His father’s childhood home provided many comforts and luxuries, but only to a lower standard that Ambrosius’ was not accustomed to. The floor was made of wood instead of the gold infused marble back in the Vanity. The foyer was only about thirty feet tall. The entire bathroom was no larger than a studio in downtown Chicago, at least what few studios were left in the once great city. Ambrosius’ final grievance was the fact that the miniscule windows were framed by large walls. The side of the house overlooking the city and lake had been redesigned to have floor to ceiling windows but the rest of the home was left much the same.
The city lights seemed to dance in the distance, as if they were calling to him. Life was slipping away from him. He knew that. Out there was a world full of wonder and fascination, and he was stuck above the clouds, living in pristine luxury, or so he thought.
Tonight would be different. He would make sure of that.
Without hesitation he stood up and ran to the garage of his father’s expensive collection. Sidorovs maintained a refined line of cars in each of their residences. All of their vehicles featured the signature gold hawk crest insignia in lieu of the company badge. It was common knowledge for top ranking government officials and employees to recognize this symbol wherever it was, and granted free unlimited access into the premises.
Ambrosius had his fair pick of cars ranging from Maseratis to Alfa Romeos. He needed to blend in for the evening, not stand out. He needed something more subtle. His determined eyes landed on the German entry level luxury cars. BMW’s, Audis and Mercedes-Benz’s all lined up perfectly. The gold Mercedes would attract too much unwanted attention and so would the electric blue Audi.
Ambrosius opted for the jet black BMW 700 series sedan, the most incognito of choices, but still bold enough to make a distinctive statement with its titanium rims and diamond headlights. Nothing but lavish excess for the Sidorovs.
-Ahem.- Ambrosius heard from the far end of the garage. He turned to face whoever had just cleared his throat but by then the offender’s identity became all the more obvious.
-Lovely night for an escape, wouldn’t you say, Ambrosius?-
Tim’s relaxed demeanor took Ambrosius aback. It didn’t seem like the bodyguard was trying to rat him out or expose his little scheme. Instead Tim paced himself over to where Ambrosius stood, contemplating the cars in the surroundings.
-Just looking at the cars, Tim. Far from a crime, might I say so myself.-
