It was a bold move on Nikolai’s part, daring to strike the textile factory I own that’s responsible for producing sixty percent of my drug supply. Fortunately, I increased security around the premises only days ago.
I also put some of my most trusted men in charge of daily operations, which proved to be a good move. Vaska spotted a worker he didn’t recognize and sounded the alarm.
But it was too little, too late.
The worker was strapped with a suicide vest that took out him and four other workers. A dozen more were injured. Vaska himself took shrapnel in the gut. He was losing blood fast, and this shithole doctor’s office was the closest resource we had.
To anyone with eyes, this seedy little clinic is not a place you’d walk into voluntarily. But I happen to have the doctor here on my
