Grand Theft Auto IV (The Official Fan Novelization)

Chapter 15: No Love Lost

   “I don’t see why it’s such a problem.” Mikhail's wife yelled.
  “I tell you. I want you to keep and eye on her.
  Niko entered hearing the commotion as he entered the Mansion. A bodyguard got in front of him and got his attention.
  “Hey. Stand over here.” Niko walked in the place where the bodyguard wanted him to go. He could see that Mr. Faustin was angry with his wife about something. He was beginning to think he just might find out. Niko looked at the bodyguard with a stance almost asking. “Are you going to strip search me or what?” but he didn’t as he heard the ruckus continue.
  “I’m out making money all day. How many times do I have to tell you?”
  “Why are you being like this again?”
  “Keep an eye on the fucking girl!”
  “How many times do I have to listen?
  Mikhail continued in Russian. “God! God!”
  “Fucking girl! She’s your daughter!” She cried.
  “Have your prayers been answered?” He asked in Russian.
  “Oh my God.”
  “Your God doesn’t give a damn about you! Just like everyone else.”
  “You’re a terrible man!”
  “You superstitious old crone. I’ll see you in hell. Someday I’ll crucify you.” She sat down at the dining room table sobbing away as he went over to see Niko standing in the living room. “Niko Bellic. Yes. Good name. Good name.” He walked over and shoved both Niko and his bodyguard aside to get a drink from the cabinet. “Where’s Dimitri?” He asked the guard.
  “He’s busy, er… he said he had something to do.”
  “Something? Something? Let me tell you something. Me and this guy we were in the army together, we were in prison together, we are like brothers. Now it’s always something.”
  “Always something.” Niko repeated.
  “Always something, yes… you want a drink?”
  “No, thank you.”
  “Well I do.” Mikhail drank his scotch and took a sniff of cocaine from the desk. Then he took out a pistol from the drawer and grabbed his crotch. Niko wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing. He could only assume that he had a little too much cocaine today and he was just on edge.
  “You alright?” Niko asked.
  “What?” He asked angrily.
  “Mr. Faustin?”
  “No! I’m fucking angry.”
  “I’m sorry to hear that.”
  “Let me ask you something. You know her?” Mikhail showed Niko a portrait of a young girl. Niko was about to grab it, but Mr. Faustin pulled it away.
  “No.”
  “Good. Because if you did, I’d fucking kill you.”
  “Why?”
  “She’s my daughter. Ungrateful bitch.” He then put the photo down. “I bring her here. I spoil her rotten. Raise her well. Look at this. Look. Look what I’ve given her!”
  “Yeah, yeah… She’s uh, very lucky to have such a loving father.”
  “She is. She’s an out of control bitch.” Mikhail looked over to his wife. “Because of you, you pathetic mess.” She continued to cry. “But I don’t accept my daughter turning into a whore.” He told Niko. “Niko, she’s at Firefly Island. Go there. If she’s meeting up with that biker pimp boyfriend, kill him.” Niko went over to do Mikhail’s wishes. “Find Dimitri for me.”
  “Okay.” The bodyguard said.
  “Have him call me.”
  “Sure.”
  Mikhail took another snort of coke and turned around. “Go.”
  “Alright.” and the bodyguard went off.

  “Am I property of the Lost now.” Mikhail’s daughter asked the long haired biker on his motorcycle.
  “Ha… if you were property then all the brothers would get to share you. I want you all to myself.” She laughed and got close to the man feeling turned on by his response.
  “Get away from Mr. Faustin’s daughter.” Niko yelled, startling the two love birds.
  “Fuck you, this ain’t Russia and we ain’t communists.” The biker said.
  “Tell my father I can see whoever I like.”
  “I’m gonna get the brothers, and we’re going to kick your fucking ass.” The biker drove away and Niko quickly got onto another motorcycle nearby and followed the long haired man. Niko took out his SMG and shot it as he aimed the gun as he drove down the street of Hove Beach.
  The gun fired fast and before he knew it, the biker's body flung off the motorcycle before he was able to warn his biker gang. Niko was surprised he didn’t get far, but he took care of another problem for now.  The people in Hove Beach ran fast screaming for help as Niko drove away from the scene on his new bike. He called Mr. Faustin to let him know he was done. “I’ve killed the biker. I don’t know how happy your daughter will be.”
  “I don’t care about her happiness. I care about discipline and loyalty. Thank you, Niko.” he hung up and Niko thought that working with Mr. Faustin may actually work out. He was just hoping the man could keep his head straight with his work. As long as Niko kept getting paid, he would continue helping him out.