Present time.
Moscow, Russia.
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"Otlicnaya rabota."
(Well done)
Vladimir praised the man while pressing his phone closer to his ear. The smirk on his lips not wavering. It wasn't everyday that he was successful in messing with the Italians.
"I do not need your praise. Just hold the end of your bargain." The person on the other end commented.
Vladimir chuckled, "Oh I will. The Don won't even see what is coming."
"He reigns for a reason, Vladimir. Do not take him for a fool."
"I am not," Vladimir spat, "His days of ruling will be over. Soon."
The receiver shuffled on the other end, "It won't be long before he comes for you."
The Pakhan only laughed in response.
"This is serious."
Vladimir huffed but arched his brow when a certain thought hit him, "What about his little girlfriend?"
"What about her?" The answer came out strained.
"The Don has a weakness." Vladimir said, "With her in my mercy, it won't be long before the Don falls to his knees."
"Valentina is the most important piece in this game."
"She is."
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Any thoughts on who this traitor is?
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