Maybe Laila was not expecting this. Correction: Laila definitely wasn't expecting this. The annual Russian Mafia was supposed to invite-only, so when the pair were invited they just assumed it was going to be somewhere fancy. What they did not expect was for the Gala to be held in Cypher's den.
"So the charity event you visited every year..."
"It was the Gala." Ali Raza said calmly, sipping his morning coffee.
Even when it was called a den, Cypher's was much more elegant and well established. Ali Raza had helped Haidar find a good architect for redesigning his den. Its territory expanded laterally around the Novo- Savinovskiy rayon, with lavish lawns and fountains. A passer-by would never consider it as a mafia's den.
Brutus and Laila decided to pay Igor a visit before they left for the Gala. Proshchay was in rubbles. The building which once hid in plain sight was destroyed like an old monument with no caretaker. Igor did end up fixing his apartment a bit, but for now, the place had no windows.
"AYE! Look who showed up, my favorite trainees." Igor huffed as the pair walked in. Laila gave him a small smile before leaning in to give him a hug.
The man looked healthier. He wasn't wailing and whining mess like a week ago. He had tidied up the place quite well with a little help from Dimitri and Kaila. Even when Igor asked Kaila not to help him, considering she was pregnant, she just shrugged it saying she wanted to work as long as she could.
Pepper sprung from the floor into Brutus's lap, meowing and nailing his shirt.
The cat must've missed his other mom, Laila thought to herself.
"How are you?" Laila asked Igor.
"Not dead yet, but the shoulder hurts sometimes." He replied with a grin on his face. Laila nodded in response and Brutus and Igor continued the conversation. Laila's phone rang, caller ID: Dimitri. She excused herself and left the mothers with their shared custody cat. Fucking spoilt brat.
"What's up?" Laila asked bringing the phone closer to her ear.
"Just checking in," Dimitri replied. "How is he?"
"He says he is good. That's bullshit and we all know it. But Brutus said to hold back the brutal honesty for now." Dimitri chuckled.
"It's best to do that for now. I just wanted to tell you guys not to hurry out. I and Kaila still have work."
Laila arched an eyebrow. "Date?"
Dimitri sighed. "Oh yes, searching for clothes and accessories bugged with cameras and recorders is peak romanticism for me."
The kitchen had a working coffee maker which spread a scent of robust everywhere. Laila picked up the fresh cup walking over for some sugar.
"We pair are a colossal pain in the ass for you guys ain't it?" She said stirring her spoon.
"Nah, I just like perfection. Don't want them to realize we're going there to fuck em up." Dimitri joked. There was a light silence across the phone before Laila said her goodbyes.
Laila felt a flash of irritation around her mid-riff but she ignored it. She couldn't complain about the dress Kaila and Dimitri had spent their weekend assembling. She needed to focus. No matter how irritating the dress material was, she was wearing it eloquently. She stretched the material once before turning around and looking in the mirror. She looked....decent. No matter the shitty material, it was complimenting her skin and makeup. She looked good.
Brutus wore a grey suit, it wasn't matted which made him shine with a certain glow. His blazer had a brooch, a blade.
"It has a camera, so bringing proof isn't difficult," Kaila stated, brushing his suit.
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The truth About cypher ✓
Mystery / Thriller"You were supposed to enjoy your last year as a college student not a thug with bounty over your head." . . . Laila had a life which was picture perfect. A student at Kazan University, she worked her way up. With good friends and a God Father who lo...
