Way Vendetta (Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas)

Prologue
Summer 2017ого year. Los Santos.
This summer has been cloudy and cold in the once Sunny city of San Andreas. After a heavy rain, washed the metropolis, a few drops drizzled on the street. Clouds slowly replaced the sun, vykladyvaem from under them. In the air, felt the smell of freshness, and on the street became warmer, from emerging from under the clouds of the sun.
From the Mulholland hill, an elite suburb of Los Santos, hanging over the city, like the temples of the ancient Babylon, the city panorama and the horizon looked far more picturesque than in the lowland city.
After the rain the streets began to become more lively, and the owners of luxury villas and townhouse on the hill one by one began to leave their homes in order to enjoy a pleasant picture.
However, near one of such houses, where lived one of the most famous and influential people in the city, was a blue van of the local TV channel "CNN", near which was around two reporters: the operator and the presenter.
- Well John, are you ready? Now and the hour of glory strikes. – told the young blonde presenter.
- Of course, hell would be a blast! Interview waiting and waiting for for twenty years. – the operator answered, rude tone of voice which explained his work shooting and not an interview.
- The main thing would be not to screw it up.
Reporters came to the door of the house looked quite modest compared to the others, beige two-storey Bungalow, with garage and garden in the middle of the plot. The bell sounded at the door and the meeting was not long in coming.
With the threshold of the house, to meet the guests was a man of advanced age, a strong Constitution and South European Pontic appearance, dressed in a Polo and jeans. He exchanged friendly with the guests shaking hands and kindly invited them to his house.
- Please gentlemen, come in and sit down in the living room, I'll come. Shoes can take here. – the man said, putting nod on the Shoe shelf in the hallway.
Reporters timidly tread a small hallway and a barefoot, walked straight down the long corridor and came out in a fairly large room that served as living room.
Lounge lived up to its name and was quite luxurious and well face visible to guests. Pleasant low-key design of the room covered with wall paintings, huge kitchen set in the corner of the room, it had the right to be called a kitchen, new plasma TV in front of a huge sofa and table and glass panorama, which was published on the Los Santos with the height of the hill.
The operator has prepared my camera to shoot, setting it on the counter, and on the lead microphone. The owner of the house came back in five minutes, bringing with them three glass cups.
- Guys, what are you drinking? Juice or something stronger?
- I probably juice. – I replied modestly operator.
- I also. – said a leading.
- One minute.
The owner took out of the fridge a carton of orange juice and poured guests himself, he pulled out a glass and poured wine.
- Let's go gentlemen, sorry for such a quick meeting, I didn't know the exact time of your arrival.
Okay, Mr. Galliano, everything is just perfect, the decor is quite welcoming to you.
- Thank you, Mr. – responded to the praise of the leading master of the house. – Shall we start?
- Yes, John, photography.
The operator launched the process of shooting and presenter after checking the microphone began his interview.
- Hello, sir. Please introduce yourself to the audience.
- Good afternoon, my name is Mario Galliano.
Mr. Karan, tell us about your occupation.
- .I'm the founder of the largest in Los Santos taxi company and innovator in the field of mobile application to call a taxi "Faster!".
- We already know you're a legend in the city. But on this day we came to you about how to interview you with regards to the rumors of your illegal criminal activities. What you have to say about that?
- I will not say that I have always obeyed the law in the first place.
- More specifically, with regards to your confrontation with the famous Sicilian mafia from Las Venturas – family Carlino.
- My relationship with them is the result of the algorithm of events in which I was involved.
- How did you get in this environment?
- I was born in 1970 in Italy, and later my parents moved to America in the eighties and settled in liberty city. As usual for the immigrant life: school, learning English, poverty and the desire to change all that. You know, if you now think that it is a banal story of a man who from nothing built all, you are mistaken. All sorts of politics and modern figures tell us that if honest work, in terms of our companies can make a fortune. It's all a bluff, wins the most nimble and cunning, can not scruple to go on heads. And all these stories about the wonderful and honest capitalism leave for his show to debate. Any ideology is that in a society his ideas will be on top of the pyramid, not the bottom. So the monarchist believes he will be one of the representatives of the nobility, not the poor workers; fascist thinks will stand in the ranks of the proud Aryan, and not to shed blood in the name of a couple of people who called themselves "leaders", the same can be said about the Marxists who indulge in dreams about the society of the dictatorship of the proletariat. – after finishing his long speech, Mario took another SIP of wine.
- So you admit that your activity was not pure?
- I long and persistently went to it, bulldoze his way out of many lives.
- Sir, are you not afraid that your interview will be an occasion for excitation against you criminal cases which are still open? You will lose everything.
- I will not lose one thing – independence. If you're free, then you will not forge any shackles. And so, I intend to walk up and saturate my life, although I do not consider it as luxurious.
Still, what happened next? After school.
- After school me and my friends started riding on a little – opened the garage and repaired cars, of course. Later, we made capital more and moved him to Las Venturas, which in 1992 was at the height of his greatness, at the same time, competition among the repair works of the vehicles was not so great, but on the contrary lower than in liberty city. Later, Los Santos and we have already begun to trade items brought through Cuba from different parts of the world.
- You were a smuggler, in fact?
- Yes! So. Our money has grown and the sphere of influence too, and one of our friends, who had influence in the Carlino family offered us cooperation, in which all my friends are dead – they just betrayed.
- And you? How did you live?
- I was there, where it is not planned to be and it saved me. Then I, fearing persecution and are left without support returned to liberty city, where my mom died.
How long were you there?
- About semi-years, and realized that it is so easy to not leave and have to repay to my former friend.
And at the same time the Carlino family?
- Exactly, in the summer of 1994 it all started...