Dirty work (Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas)

Prologue

In the late 1970s. Liberty City. USA.
The ending of autumn made itself felt and foretold about the end of heavy rains, cloudy and cold weather. Raining like from a bucket, and beat on the gray asphalt of the coastal road on the Isle of Portland. Reservoir liberty city, already large, fresh water rained from the sky and across the surface of the river water was stirred up because a drop of rain.
From high school class, sitting at the extreme side of the Desk the boy watched the scene outside. Rare passers-by caught in the pouring rain, running on wet pavement of coastal roads, and cars, with crazy running around the windshield wipers, cut through the puddles.
The sudden cry of a teacher distracted the student from consideration and returned to the workplace:
- Galliano! What weather you looking at?! I asked you a question!
- Sorry mister, I'm a little thoughtful about your question. - answered the boy.
- Then repeat the question! - a demanding tone, said the teacher.
- Eeee... - hesitated, said the student turned to his neighbor on the Desk. - What is the question? - whispered the boy.
The first President of the United States.
- Mister, you asked what is the name of the first President of the United States! - said a student.
- How?
- George Washington. This is an easy question! - confidently replied the little boy.
- Ahem... well, let's give you an estimate.
The teacher returned to her Desk near the blackboard and navisnuv on the magazine, put the assessment.
- Good knowledge of American history, Mario Galliano today gets an A+!
The whole class looked with envy at Mario. Twenty-three oblique eyes on me, caught Mario and awkwardly lowered his head, as if guilty. For the sake of decency a couple of people gave him a round of applause.
Mario Galliano is the son of Italian immigrants who came to the USA recently.
Father Mario Andre is by profession a carpenter, worked in a local foundry enterprise in Harwood, North of the city. Thirty five year old tall fellow, decided that you must move to a meeting American dream took in an armful of his family and in the summer after leaving his native Sunny Italy, moved to grey and rainy liberty city in the USA. The first time work and employment has been tough, Andre didn't take a job in his specialty, however, over time, having a residence permit, he got a job at the city foundry, working there as a carpenter, and receiving $ 200 per month. The money the family is enough for the main good, and he had to borrow a small amount from their colleagues, to arrange his son Mario in a local school in the fourth grade.
His wife, Alba, a caring mother and a housewife moonlighting at a local store cashier part-time. The area where lived the family of Gagliano Hepburn heights was known for its crime situation. Puerto Rican gang Diablo used to terrorise the locals for its constant fights and fights. So Alba was very afraid to work in the store, being robbed, but on the other hand, other work in this area was not simple.
The Mario enrolled in fourth grade had little desire to learn because of the lack of friends. In the US he had no new friends, and his classmates treated him dryly. Life, left his home a man has always been complex: an adult and a child.
Mario fatigued or expecting a call and here is the long awaited bell rang.
The teacher hearing the call, stood in the center of the class person to the disciples and said goodbye:
- Thank you kids, the lesson is over! In the next lesson, prepare my homework for me Civil war! Bye!
Good - bye! - chorused the class.
Mario shaking off his blue sweater from the dust and clasped the notebook in a backpack, went along with the class. Passing a long corridor on the first floor, Mario caught up with hall of the school and crush him. The hall was a small square room with two corridors on the left and right side respectively.
The output was a stampede and the students and then cuss out each other and expressed unflattering words. Attendants in white shirts and black ties was trying to calm everyone down and help organized the crowd to leave the building, but the uncontrollable crowd was beyond control.
- Che stood up, go!
- Shut up!
Mario stood at the end of the crowd, so as not to be crushed and waiting until most of the crowd will leave the ill-fated building out of school.
After passing the steps and the porch of the school, Mario was at the local small street. To the left of it adorned the embankment and ground monorail branch on which it was possible to reach any point of Portland, and on the right the overgrown vacant square, where he soon promised to build two new ten-story skyscraper.
The house of Mario was in front of his school, a stone fence was visible ten-story tower building in the heart of Hepburn heights. To achieve his house, Mario had only to cross the road and a little ahead along the fence to reach the courtyard.
- While Mario! - called to him one of his classmates, going along with the rest of the crowd in the square to enjoy lunch at a local bakery.
- So far! - shouted in response, Mario and approached the crosswalk.
The light turned green and Mario went on a Zebra crossing, forcing the beige Manana will stop at a Zebra crossing.
Cross the road, Mario was already half way to his house. Turning his head left, he began to see beautiful peaks, rising above and overlooking the river, from the island of Staunton and have dreamed of how to live in a building like this.
The living standards of the family Mario never different from an ordinary working class family - low income, no growth in career or any social benefits. The US was preparing for a great war against communism and the Soviets, and therefore supplying their country with guns and weapons, it was not possible to provide the population with bread and butter.
Around liberty city along with a large Italian clans, or Latin American cartels formed a small gang, primarily of immigrants. These gangs had gathered people in their neighborhood, where they were born and have acted as its own criminal group controlling the territory. An example for Hepburn heights was a Latino gang - Diablos.
Thugs from Diablos were engaged in thefts, pimping, racketeering and extortion. Occupation senior staff of the gang was taking under roof local merchants shops, or car theft and subsequent reselling them. The Junior squad is robbing small-school students and was engaged in petty street vandalism.
Dreams of the good life was interrupted by the sound of quick steps back. Mario turned around sharply and saw two young men.
Young men were of Hispanic appearance, about fifteen years old, dressed in blue overalls, baggy gray pants and wore red bandanas on the head. One of them was slightly overweight physique, from under the collar of his jacket could be seen the tattooed Puerto Rican flag, the second had a toned athletic build.
Caught up with Mario, full took put on his shoulder his big hand.
- Small, where do you come from?! Who is this?! - the elevated tone of utter thug
- Mario, I live in this house, from school going. with fear in her voice said Mario.
- Just live here and go get some cache. - said the second thug.
- I have nothing, honestly. I go to school.
- Come on, gringo! shouted the first.
I really tell you... - began to justify Mario as the second thug, grabbing him by the backpack, pulled Mario to the side of the fence and he hit his head on a stone fence, fell on the wet asphalt.
- You misunderstood me?! Let all that you do!
Mario is slightly raised from the ground and wiped his face of dirt and water.
I only have the textbooks!
The second thug grabbed Mario by the collar and removed his backpack. Flinging his backpack, he dumped on the wet asphalt all the contents of the bag: textbooks, notebooks and pencil case.
There's nothing in the burro. - said the thug.
- Look in the pockets.
Bandit persistently climbed into the pockets of the Mario and withdrew from his pockets the only thing that was at that moment he - the iron keys to the house.
- This will stay with us until you bring us money.
- Where am I gonna get the money, and where will I find. Those are my house keys!
- Your problem, sucker!
On the opposite side of the road on the sidewalk there was a man in a black hoodie. Because of the hood it was impossible to see his face. The figure clearly stepped up the step and headed towards Mario and his two abusers. Deep down, Mario was praying that everything worked out and ended in his favor.
A stranger came to the scene and greeted the first gangster, with the second they met oblique glances and hand each other not shaking.
- El burro, what the hell?! You that, even before students have seized?! Release the kid.
- Hey, mind your own business asshole! - started the second attacker.
First, apparently being more powerful, grabbed the shoulder of the second bandit, and raising his index finger to his mouth, ordered him to shut up a little bit. A second gunman hesitated and retreated to the side, his face a sour grimace.
The stranger took off his hood. Mario stared at his face: a tall boy of fifteen, having quite strong for his age complexion. Bright, medium long hair, wide forehead and a flat nose.
- Some left!
- Local high school student out from school and go. Burro, I know that your father is a powerful man we have in the quarter, but he will be very angry when he finds out that his son was robbing local school children and a disgrace to his head.
- He is not robbed, he even money is not taken.
- Give me my keys, I except them and there is nothing with him. - got involved in the dialogue Mario.
The stranger nodded to Mario and the second bandit had to give the keys to the rightful owner. The bandit threw the keys towards Mario and those with metal chime fell on the pavement. Mario picked up his property.
- You see here, we note that something is muddy, you here no one will see. - menacing voice said to El burro. - Free!
El burro shaking hands with the stranger in the hood, along with his partner went down the street and after a while disappeared around a bend. After the two disappeared from sight, Mario began to collect their scattered and the wet stuff on the sidewalk and without realizing it, touched his shoulder outstretched hand of a stranger. Turning around, he had no choice but to shake the hand of my Savior.
- Gerald Blyde. - a low voice croaked companion Mario.
Mario Galliano. Thank you.
- All right, come on you, I you for a couple of years older. How could you be so unlucky to get caught diablocam?
- I was walking home from school and they demanded my money, which I was not. - explained the situation Marco. - Who are these people and how do you know them?
- Local bigwigs, small fry El burro and his younger brother Esteban. Their father was one of the leaders of Diablo, and therefore they behave, not afraid of responsibility. Where do you live?
- Here. said Mario, pointing his finger at a tall building behind a fence. - Almost there. Again, thank you.
- I live in Harwood close, I hope we'll meet again Mario, be careful.
Okay Gerald, you too, bye!
The stranger shook hands with Mario and disappeared on the background of the road, cars and a cliff on the turn in the Wake of diabloii.
Mario looked at his blue sweater. The clothes were in a dark mud stains and the white shirt under the sweater was no longer so white. The knees were given ache, like when you drop Mario onto his knees.
We need to quickly get home, mom I'll kill the dirty clothes thought Mario.
The rain resumed with renewed vigor. Thick dark clouds covered the sky and it seemed that the afternoon gave way to late in the evening. Bright white lightning lit up the sky over the skyscrapers of Staunton island.
Quick step Mario stomped up to the house and opened the door, disappeared into the stairwell. This day forever changed the fate of Mario.

Chapter 2. An eye for an eye
January 1992. Liberty City. USA.
Life went on as usual, despite new. Mario as usual, he worked as a mechanic at the service center. Father Mario worked hard in liteyke of the city, and mother waited for their loved ones at home, I prepared them a pot of delicious soup. Dirty work Gerald or Royce was no longer, so that a thousand was the first and only large earned sum.
Parents Mario was very interested in where in such a short time their child has found a large sum. Mario make excuses, citing their savings earned in the service of money. The car of Gerald Mario took some time to practice driving and to take his father home from work in the evening. For two hundred dollars Gerald did for Mario driving documents and so Mario without any worries could drive a friend's car.
The car was parked on a snowy roadside near the information booth of a local dealership. The showroom CARS were the only one in Portland and had a very meager list of cars in the economy class. Behind the glass display were several sedans, looking at them, Mario had already noticed which one he will acquire when save money.
The foundry was an industrial area in one of the outlying wastelands of the city. There was a two-storey building next to the standing construction crane and liteyki the neighborhood was strewn with piles of scrap metal. The explanation for this was the people of the city gave here metal: everything from tin spoons to the old machines.
From the building came an elderly man, Mario immediately recognized his father. Hunched man in a black coat and working the cap was going up the mountain, to meet his son, barely her feet. In the hands of Andre was old satriana bag and Mario immediately ran out of the car to help his father.
- Hello, son. - greeted Andre son, embracing him.
Hi. Let me help.
Mario took the heavy bag from his father and thrown into the back seat of the car. Starting the engine, Mario went to the side of his house.
- How's work?
- Not really, Bob yelled at us for something that we allegedly do not have time, although the norm is performed. He mad lately, after the death of his wife.
- You can understand it, the main thing we're good and in a bad mood to adopt is not worth it.
- That's right.
On the bridge towards Hepburn Heights congestion and Mario had to stop.
- What is it? Again crash... with a smile face, said Mario.
- We have nowhere to hurry.
In conversation, formed an uneasy silence and Andre started the conversation with a question:
- How much you got the car from Gerald?
- While its not buy.
How long are you going to ride with his salary of auto mechanic? Because Gerald wanted her, too.
- I think that at the end of the month already buy. - sure Mario answered the question posed.
Where you so much money so quickly take? And by the way, that a thousand, where is she? Just tell me honestly.
- Postponed for a rainy day, and New year here - so decided to spend.
- Tell me honestly, son.
The traffic jam, as well as his father's questioning brought out Mario and the angry tone muttered:
- Listen, this is my problem, this is not your dad! If you want this car not to go.
Just as you say. Stop on the corner.
Mario obediently stopped the car at the curb. Father unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car.
- When you learn some manners, will do. Yet son.
The car door clap closed. Mario did not dwell on the past the conflict and went further down the street to Gerald. Andre moved right along the fence to his house.
Growls, Yes growls, he achieved nothing, and I was still trying to teach! - flashed the thought in the mind of Mario.
Meanwhile, Andre has already reached the street and moved towards his house on his way formed a barrier in the face of a small group of bandits from Diablo. About five of the bandits were standing near the entrance to the courtyard Andre and loud talking. Andre, oblivious to bullies, walked past them almost back to back, those started:
- Man, look where you're going! You little gringo?
Andre was overcome with anger after a quarrel with his son and he found the object for the expression of discontent:
- There is nothing to stand in the crowd, in the middle of the aisle!
- Dare we're saying something, old man? - immediately fiercely attacked Andre, yelled one of the bandits.
Andre immediately freed from the grip of the thug and jerked his hand. The bandit did not expect such rudeness from a stranger to a frail old man and then slipped her hand into the pocket of his pants.
- You shouldn't have done...
From his pocket, flashing, seemed a big knife. Bandit, grab the gun by the handle, struck a couple of punches Andre in the region of the heart, from which he fell.
Wounds, mouth Andre appeared blood mass and he heard a hoarse cry - a sign of its death throes. The attackers immediately ran away, leaving lying on the pavement dying old man.
Someone passing by called the ambulance and literally five minutes from the Red light district came the sound of a siren, but it was too late.

For nearly two hours, Mario was sitting at home Gerald, drinking from aluminum cans dark beer and watching football, the local team Liberty City Rangers Players in blue jerseys were losing 2-0 the team from Vice city Mambas Vice.
Gerald, this game was not in it furiously, spilling out of his mouth drooling, covered with a Mat of players from liberty.
Mario, as if the lack of interest in the game, was sitting on the couch like a stone, feeling sorry about the fight with his father.
- Mario, what are you doing? Something you sour.
- Had a fight with his father, he suspected about my new income and I began to furiously ask about them, so I freaked out and he just got out of the car and went home.
- Not the first and not the last time! Make it up! And now the football ends! with a note of sadness uttered Gerald.
He heard the final whistle and the players headed towards the dressing rooms. After a few seconds appeared on the screen saver local crime news and the young newscaster began her story:
- Today, about one and a half hours ago, in a residential area of Hepburn heights has been a murder. The reason for this, according to eyewitnesses, was a verbal altercation, during which one of the attackers struck the victim several times with a knife, causing the victim died.
The camera crew were aimed at the road adjacent to the promenade and could see the road that Mario was coming home. The next frame was paralyzed Mario.
Closeup on the pavement covered with fine layer of snow, lay the body, where Mario knew his father. Another minute of Mario, not believing what was happening, sat on the couch and go through all the options, how this could happen.
- What? Mario, you mean... ' began Gerald.
Yes.
- According to eyewitnesses, the attack was made by the members of the criminal group in Diablos hunted in this area of the city.
Mario could no longer stand it and got up from the couch, turned the TV off. His next action was to lie down on the sofa, covering his head with his hands.
- Mario, I'll pull all the contacts and find out who did it. Come tomorrow at two. They wanted a war they will get war!
Mario's eyes not words, said goodbye to Gerald and dressed and headed towards his house. At home, he has been waiting for his mother, who certainly knew about the incident.

Mario opened his eyes and exerting considerable power, forced myself to Wake up. Eyelids feel too heavy, and the apples were watering, as if doused with liquid soap.
Looking at the side of the wooden pedestals on the clock, Mario realized that I need to get going to Gerald - the clock was half a second.
Open window illuminated the room hard-hitting Mario: dirty linoleum; messed-up old cabinets; torn in several places, the seat and the squeaky bed. Beige Wallpaper, pasted father, when the settlement fifteen years ago, has long faded, and in some places could see black spots.
Mario got out of bed and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. Bringing the bed in order, Mario left the room and headed to the kitchen - do not go hungry to Gerald. On the other hand, after the incident, Mario is completely absent appetite, so he was going to eat through power.
Outside in the hallway, Mario passed her mother's room, whose door was locked from the inside. From the room, heard quiet sobs, the mother still could not come in itself, and Mario decided once again not to worry.
Alba often watched the news in the evenings and learned about what happened, and Mario on TV. Without difficulty she recognized the body of her husband and immediately went to the morgue in order to prepare all the documents, and after, went to the local funeral home. All day yesterday she walked around the house dressed all in black.
Mario, without disturbing the mother, walked down the corridor to the kitchen. Poured myself the soup from the pot and taking the Cutlery, he began to gulp down the soup. Appetite still has not appeared.
Mario has finished the meal and moved to the hallway. Hurriedly, he groped for his hanger brown leather jacket and wearing it out of the house, making his way over to Gerald.
The way to the apartment of a friend came out very quick, and his hasty step Mario came to Gerald's for only five minutes. In my head there were no thoughts, Mario was just waiting for the promised universal Gerald meetings where the right people will help him, but what awaits him, our hero didn't know.
Mario rang the bell and the door in just a few seconds, was opened by Gerald.
- Hey, come into the room and sit down on the sofa, I'm now all present. - dull voice said Gerald.
Mario walked into the room of Gerald, where in addition to the familiar Mario Royce and Eugene sat three others: a dark-haired bearded middle-aged man dressed in a knitted dark green sweater, high black blue sports sweatshirt and dark-skinned young man, tall, dressed in a tracksuit.
Mario raised palm up, welcoming everyone:
- Hello!
Sitting said Mario and he sat on the couch next to Royce. Meanwhile, in walked Gerald.
Guys, meet my old friend Mario Galliano! Mario, it's - Damien, a former racer, now a notorious robber of shops, storm cash registers. - Gerald introduced his partner, putting a man in a sweater.
Very nice. said Mario, shaking his hand to Damien, he replied the same.
- One of the few gunsmiths in liberty, Eric can get different guns and inexpensive. - submitted by Gerald African Americans, those with Mario shook hands. And this is Enzo Scarlett, my old friend from school, a lot of the stuff we've pulled, cold-blooded and fearless. - showed the young man in sortcolumn Gerald.
Enzo's face broke into a slight smile, and on his forehead seemed to crease.
- Nice to meet you Mario.
- Mutually.
And so, Mario took the trouble, and problem of this are our longstanding sworn enemies, who have many here who managed to annoy.
- Diablos?! - questioningly stared at Gerald Eric.
- Yes they are. said Gerald and turned towards Mario. - Erika here, for example, they gave part of the money for the guns and Enzo they had a small scuffle.
Mario was under stress and decided to direct the thoughts, detached from the main, and Gerald in the right direction:
Gerald, I don't stories come to listen! I want to know who killed my father. - the elevated tone said Mario pulling out his handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead
- Calm down, Damien learned through his people that struck your father, Esteban, the brother of El burro. Dialose can't keep his mouth shut and the day has managed to spread rumors around. Damien, you're up.
- Diablos have a warehouse full of crack in Portland view El burro, along with his brother there often frequented. Three people watch them from their house to the warehouse and there and banged them. Of course, for us then to start hunting, but I thought of a plan. The two steal a car from jablonov and on the same day, will fly into Luigi's Sex Club, where hang Sindacco. Will make some shots and fell from there - that war the family of Sindacco behalf Jablokov announced. Sindacco crush Gabasov and beat them Hepburn Heights.
It was a short silence, the audience pondered the plan and go through all the options and then Gerald broke the silence:
Mario, I think these freaks will have to remove you, they have all the way. Eric will give you the gun, will do nicely.
I'll do anything to Gerald, even still. Those bastards killed my father just like that.
I understand why you suggested such a role. Eric will be with you in the car and watch diablocam, and you will enter the warehouse and remove them. Why in the warehouse, there will be no witnesses and everything should go smoothly. Eugene and Enzo today would get from jablonov the car and RAID on the club Sindacco - it will be fast and Sindacco really think that they were attacked by Diablo, and on our way out. Tomorrow I'll pick you up and go.
Thank you Gerald, and.. thank you all for the help, though many don't know me.
Trust me boy, Esteban already want to kill many people and there is already controversial, who is helping who.
- Thank you.
- Disagree guys, do everything according to plan!
Five minutes later the crowd separated, in groups of two people, left the apartment of Gerald. Mario went home and waited for the judgment hour.

It was late winter evening and the street was in total darkness, illuminating only lampposts and neon signs on buildings. Evaporated water from the sewer coming out the clots of steam in the cold air.
At the door of low-rise houses was a small queue. The visitors quickly went into a local strip club, trying to quickly pass the face control at the entrance of the club. The control is carried out guards in black suits, occasionally opening the door and letting people. Inside the club the music was playing, the sound which reached the street.
On the street in the direction of Chinatown was a small traffic jam before the traffic light. About four cars stood at traffic lights waiting for the green signal.
A young African American, dressed in a black hoodie and whose face was not visible, went to the center of the road, passing a number of cars. When they reached one of the cars - sedan brands Washington, he hunched over abruptly yanked the driver's door and threw the driver out of the car.
- Get out of the fucking car! - much black.
The driver fell on the pavement, trying to get up but it was too late. The thief drove off and the car disappeared around the corner.
For all this scene was observed by the guard, but their attention was focused on the visitors of the club, and everything happening outside they can not touch.
- That's the same crap, and climbing! Already on the busy streets of cars stolen! - outraged one of the guards.
- There often is, this place sucked. - replied the second.
From the rise, Hepburn heights appeared black brand car Stallion, which was printed with a flame. The car drove right down the street and began to slow down at the club. Squeaking of brakes was heard in the street.
Right tinted window of the car went down and there appeared the silhouette in a black mask.
Suddenly, a man leaned out the window, the barrel of the submachine gun the Uzi and fired a burst at the front door of the club. Prostrela the shop floor, the attackers began to retreat, raising the noise frightened the visitors, who were lying on the pavement, hands covering her head. He heard the sound of a sharp start from the Parking brake and the car disappeared. The frightened guards looked out from the club, clutching the pistol grip.
- No one hurt it seems, so just doors messed up. said the guard to his partner. - Call johnny, looks like it was Diablos.

The next day a gang war has erupted in full force. On the streets of Hepburn Heights were gunshots, as well Diablos and Italians came together in the melee. Basically the Italian mafia persecuted their opponents, forcing them to hide in their homes or leave the area.
Mario, Gerald and Eric are sitting in the car of Gerald, waiting for their target. The car was parked at the construction site in the center of the square, across the way stood a five-story yellow building - the residence of El burro. The porch entrance was the transport Jablokov - Stallion in the flames.
In the hands of Mario clutched the hilt of the Colt that was in his jacket pocket. The weapons gave confidence, along with a thirst for revenge.
- Are you ready?
- I'm ready Gerald, that's enough for me to say the same thing. Waiting for these bastards, go after them and get out of there!
The attitude you have at least somewhere, okay wait.
The wooden door opened and out came the burro and his younger brother Esteban.
Diablos got into the car at the entrance and moved right down the street, toward Chinatown.
- Wait a few seconds and go after them. - Eric said Gerald.
Gerald wait a while, started the car and slowly moved over the intended target. At the crossroads, under ground railway cars stood waiting for the traffic signal
Whiskey Mario pulsed with maximum force, and the fingers touched the handle on the barrel, though Mario was confident in his abilities, but this was his first serious business here, for either he or his.
Over machines for ground thread W\d transportation white raced the train and then the traffic light turned green and the car turned right.
- It seems was right Damien, to a warehouse in Portland view drive. Stay away, and that will burn us.
The machine turned to the right and has reached the high-rise district of the city of Saint Mark. After the first turn, Gerald turned at the second right, enter the port-industrial district - Portland view.
The left of the road was visible port complex: shipyards, warehouses, various enterprises and straight ahead was the entrance to the port.
Slowly, stopping and waiting until Diablos will enter the territory, Gerald moved behind them and turned left, passing the large grey building.
The car stopped in the backyard of this building where there were a number of warehouses and two grey tanks with unknown contents.
Car Jablokov stopped near the square two-storey warehouse. Gerald decided to Park a little further up, without attracting attention. Stopping at the nearby warehouse, the boys waited.
Passenger car door opened and she turned out to Esteban, heading to the back door of the warehouse El burro's left in the car.
- Mario, Jogging on the other side to the black door! We stay on the lookout.
Mario got out of the car and the rapid steps overtook the warehouse, keeping him on his right. Walk to the end, he reached the rear of the building, where there was quite a nondescript door, to the surprise of Mario, it was open. Mario went inside, gently closing the door behind him.
The storage room was a single large room, lined with several rows of high racks with different boxes. Covered the whole room only one big lamp in the middle of the room, so that the uprights Mario was not visible because of the shadows falling on him. The sound of winter blizzards are a bit muffled not as loud footsteps of Mario.
Mario looked out of one row and saw standing in the middle of the hall of Esteban, who were busy beside the table, turning something in there.
Almost not noticed. thought Mario.
Crouching to half squat, quiet step, Mario moved along a parallel row, after removing the barrel from the fuse and holding it in front of him, being always ready to shoot. He heard noises and the sound of a deep breath.
Mario looked out from behind the counter and saw Esteban, sniffing up a trail of powder. The goal was from Mario literally fifteen meters and Mario, as they gathered strength and decided to act.
Suddenly, the attention Mario was drawn to a small adjustable spanner, lying at the bottom of one of the stands. The head of Mario has matured a new plan to kill more subtle.
Taking off his leather jacket and wrapping the handle of a key in the jacket, Mario quiet steps approaching in the twilight to a goal, with each step blood was boiling more and more.
Esteban stood, a little unsteadily, and had fun with the drug. He didn't understand that he is a victim, and the hunter was already behind him.
He heard the crunch of bones, the impact wrench was Esteban in the spine, and the next blow to the skull.
The lifeless body of Esteban fell to the floor, Mario struck several blows with the key in the head, turning the head in a bloody mess and literally shattering the skull to pieces.
After the fifth blow, Mario settled down and threw the key a few meters away from the corpse, hiding it at the bottom of the rack. Of course, the police will still find him and the bloody footprints on the gun, but Mario is not left at the crime scene, no physical evidence: no fingerprints, no cartridges to shoot.
Mario decided to look at lying on the table. A small stack of bills and a small bag of powder Mario stuffed in the pockets of his trousers and moved toward the door, checking the room for people.
The main door of the room opened, where Mario appeared in a bloodstained jacket. El burro noticing the stranger got out of the car, pulling out his gun.
- Who are you?! came to Mario the voice of El burro. Wait!
Suddenly, from the back of the warehouse seemed to be several figures in blue robes, fled in the direction of Mario. Accelerated pace Mario was changed to a sprint and ran to the car, Gerald, I almost fell under the bullets of the El burro. Jumping into the back seat, Mario shouted:
- There crowd, let's get faster! Esteban is ready!
Gerald started the car and with quick start rushed out of the warehouse. The red Tahoma at full speed went on the road Portland view, overtaking passing cars. Vendetta Mario happened, the oldest law of the ruler Hammurabi was carried out.

Mario was sitting in his room on the bed, not believing the recent events.
A couple of months ago he was an ordinary layman who straining, honest hard-earned pennies. Everyman, which was a fly for nothing in their lives and wouldn't hurt. However, everything in his life got messy.
Revenge is not returned Mario to his beloved father, has not returned to Alba her loving husband, but gave a great feeling of satisfaction for Mario. Satisfaction, that he did everything as thinly as possible and now it will not find and will not punish anybody. Bloody coat Mario be dropped in the ocean on the waterfront, and a pistol he did not use, so look for Mario, no one will. El burro is now occupied by the war with Sindacco, which he successfully loses and he doesn't care about Mario, by the way, of which he knows nothing, having seen him a couple of times in my life.
Finds Mario was good. The bundle of money numbered nearly a thousand dollars, and the powder probably cost more money, but Mario all the finds were only a bonus, the main for him was revenge.
Closing the door, Mario walked to the table, opened the package and poured a small pinch of powder on the table. The iron range, he leveled the track and raised his face to the table.
He always wanted to try all the forbidden: after high school, Mario began to drink beer with Gerald, cigarette Smoking and all the nonsense, but the effect thereof was only temporary and eventually tired. He now had a new means of satisfaction.
Mario made a sharp intake of breath and literally absorbed the entire track. Some time nothing happened, but after a dozen seconds the whole body of Mario began as a single piece of stone, and bleeding were rolled at a furious pace.
Mario got an indescribable thrill, and literally fell down and the floor, feeling the hands of the linoleum and her feet, as if walking on an invisible path.
It was for Mario desconocemos, but for a moment it was broken...

Chapter 4. New life

August 1992. Las Venturas. USA.
Mario's gaze was focused on the boxing paws that Enzo was holding. Collecting his thoughts and standing up, he waited for the command to start practicing the blows. The whistle was not long in coming and rang out through the half-empty premises of the Las Venturas sports hall.
- Let's start! - came the voice of the African American coach.
Mario, synchronously with the step of his left foot, overtook the paw with a direct blow of the fist of his hand and followed him, caught up with the second paw with the same blow, only this time with the back hand.
As the exercise progressed, Mario strengthened the two, increasing the speed of the blow and the boxing paws in Enzo's hands were already starting to fly off to his face.
The practice of blows ended and Mario, taking off his heavy gloves, moved to the iron cabinets against the wall, to satisfy the need for drink.
After moving to Las Venturas, the guys settled in a local auto repair shop in the Redsands West area, next to which was a local gym. Enzo, as an amateur athlete, immediately began going there to the kick-boxing sections and on the advice of his friend, Mario signed up for this kind of martial arts in July. The small gym room was quite suitable for such kickboxing classes, where by no means many people came. There were only five people in this training session.
The rays of the bright rising morning sun illuminated the room through the latticed windows and the temperature began to rise in the hall, because there was no cooling system in the hall.
Mario, drinking water and catching his breath, sat down on a wooden bench. Following him, Enzo sat down next to Mario.
- You hit normally, although you only practice for a month! If you pull up like me, you will generally cut everyone with your blows. - gave praise to his friend Enzo.
- Where am I to you, Mike Tyson, even if you don't hit hard, you just won't keep up with you.
- Well, three years of study is doing its own thing, you also walk with me, you will reach the same heights.
Two athletes retreated to the corner of the hall on the mats, practicing their punches in the clinch. The fifth athlete ran on a simulator training endurance. The coach, looking at his wristwatch, immediately started up and raised his head towards his friends:
- Mario, Enzo, go work one round, at the same time and I'll see how Mario shows himself.
Mario immediately got up from the bench, put on shin pads, gloves and put a boxing mouthpiece in his mouth. Literally, in a few seconds, Mario was already in the ring and was waiting for his unhurried opponent.
- Don't be afraid, nothing will happen to you. Enzo said with a grin.
The coach noted the time on his wristwatch and blowing the whistle, gave the command to start sparring.
The attack was not long in coming and Enzo immediately showered Mario with a series of blows, Mario dodging the front impact, shifted to the left and left the line of attack.
An attempt to attack in the wake of the other ended in failure and on the blow of the back hand, followed by a side blow to the body, which not weakly undermined Mario's breathing.
Mario's whiskey throbbed with phenomenal speed, and his heart was about to stop after another blow, but Mario in battle, even with a strong opponent, was not going to give up.
Suddenly, Mario kicked Enzo's calves, forcing him to bend a little, and after the kick followed by a kick with his back hand and a front side kick, which made Enzo dumbfounded.
Mario seized the moment and immediately went into clinch with the lost Enzo, striking with knees that were blocked by Enzo's hands, after another blow, a counter-blow followed and Mario's eyes slammed shut, flashing stars.
- Mario, how are you there, open your eyes, please. He comes to his senses, bring water! - heard a familiar voice for Mario.
With considerable force, Mario opened his eyes and for several seconds there was a vague image of the gym in front of him and a figure in a sports jersey who was fiddling next to him. Rubbing his eyes and shaking his head a little, Mario forced his brain to come to his senses and already clearly saw the coach and Enzo fidgeting next to him.
- And you stood up well, although you caught a blow. How many fingers? - the coach asked, protruding his fingers from his palm.
- Three coach, everything is fine with me, nothing even hurts.
- For today training is over guys, especially for you Mario, I'm waiting on Thursday. Change clothes.
Mario got up from the floor and walked to the bench by the lockers. The athlete took a little breath and began to change from training clothes to a casual red Hawaiian shirt and light olive trousers. Enzo was already standing at the exit and waiting for his friend. Five minutes later, Mario was ready and putting on his black boots, he and Enzo went out to the hot street of the summer city of excitement - Las Venturas.
With the onset of noon, the temperature rose and rose to unprecedented levels. The beginning of August turned out to be surprisingly hot, even for the migrants from Liberty City who survived June and July. The sun was rising to the zenith, and passers-by ran about their routine, fleeing from the sun under summer umbrellas, or with a cold bottle of soda in their hands.
Mario and Enzo went down the stairs to the porch of the building and moved towards the auto repair shop, where their friends were still sleeping deeply. Cutting along the street along the palm trees, Mario breathed in the scent of the summer air of the sandy edges of America.
The guys crossed the road and walked around the corner of a multi-storey parking lot, where residents of nearby areas parked their cars.
- It's good here, but I want to go home. I'm not a fan of hot days and the sun. Enzo responded, breaking out in a light sweat.
- Yes, and they don't have any winter here, it's summer all year round, they don't even know what snow is. - grinned Mario. - And as soon as they celebrate Christmas.
- Yes! Still would! And these palms! No, of course they are beautiful, but what do they put gifts for the New Year under their fingers? Rave.
“But they also live well here, they don’t hunchback like my father at the foundry, the kingdom is heavenly to him.
- Nothing, so let's save up some money and go back home, I still have more than a hundred pieces in my bag and I don't know what to do with them, I think to buy an SUV, drive along the local prairies.
- Yes, this land of the Aztecs, deserted, but oddly fertile, how much dough it brought us!
During the six months they were in Las Venturas, the guys rose noticeably to fix cars and collected profits in batches, redirecting it to business development. Eric got the weapons for the Family, and Royce provided cars and got them ready for business.
Enzo got a job as a security guard in a city strip club, of course - the money from the robbery and business was more than enough, and the Italian worked as a security guard not for money, but to develop fighting skills in real conditions, without the danger of being imprisoned. Also, on occasion, Enzo visited Ammu Nation, practicing firearms.
The friends reached the entrance to the auto repair shop and, passing by the iron sash, entered the room through the back door.
The new auto repair shop, compared to the old one in Liberty City, was just a mansion for young businessmen.
The recreation room was a large room with a leather sofa, several armchairs, a table, a kitchen set, a laminate floor and a bathroom with a bathtub and a whole shower. The room was cooled by a large air conditioner, which kept the room cool, even though it was hot outside.
Another room was the staff's bedroom, where there were four bunk beds and a small desk with a pile of papers on it.
Gerald, Damien, Eric, Royce and his little brother slept on beds and Enzo and Mario did not wake them up, took a shower and then sat down at the table in the break room and poured the liquor into glasses, just pulled from the refrigerator.
- With ice. Quenches thirst. - commented Enzo.
- And then! And these are still asleep.
- Let them sleep their whole lives.
- By the way, Enzo, why did you get a job as a guard, you don't have enough money here?
- I went there for fun, well, training on live pears will not hurt.
- Live pears? - spreading into a smile, asked his question to Mario.
- Yes, sometimes such vegetables come across. They get drunk and do not control themselves, I ask them to calm down, so they also run into themselves, so I scratch my fists about them.
Enzo decided to prove his words by showing the bones of his fists, which were covered with abrasions.
- In old age, they will be ill.
- Old age is only an epilogue of our life, but life itself is our time, live now, then you will only remember Mario. If the end justifies the means - achieve it at any cost!
- You are a lover of life to teach Enzo, so is also young himself, twenty years old.
- In vain you, of course, I myself have heard enough of all these quotes, but I bet they are worth their words.
The door leading to the bedroom opened, and the sleepy face of Gerald appeared on the threshold, who was apparently awakened by the heated conversations of the guys. Gerald greeted his friends and sat down at the table, pouring himself the same alcoholic beverage.
- How is your workout?
- Po better than yours, sleepy kingdom. Mario stood with me normally today, though he passed out a little.
- Sometimes Mario, it's not strange, there are no people who were not cut out in the battle with Enzo.
- Not yet. - remarked Enzo. - This guy is still capable of giving me revenge.
“What do you think Gerald will put at stake next time?” It is necessary to expand.
“I don’t know Enzo, we can only guess. You can, of course, buy out the entire network of workshops in the city with our fortune, but for now it is better to bring this to an ideal state and gain a price from local residents, and then create something global.
- Now smuggling is gaining momentum: drugs, weapons, booze, smoke, expensive clothes and similar garbage. - noted Enzo. - You can put together money on this.
- It's too early to judge, we just got to our feet and other families in the city do not know about us, and when they find out, I think they will not be very happy about this news. - made the conclusions of Mario.
- Do you think we can’t come to an agreement with them? Las Venturas is big, and Leone and Sindacco are relatively new here, and with them we can share the city.
- Gerald, Leone and Sindacco are just immigrants from Liberty, just like us. There are two more new Cosa Nostra: Richetti and Carlino from Sicily and the latter, according to rumors, are gaining momentum.
- That's right, they are recruiting. They are unlikely to take a monopoly in the city in a short time, and therefore we need to be proactive and gain strength, people in the family, seize new places so that later other families would not want to fight with us - then there will be no problems! - said Gerald.
- Gerald is right, if we now gather our group, guarded from all sides: both from opponents and from the police, then other families will be interested in cooperating with us. - supported his friend Mario.
- This should be discussed by all together, not just the three.
At the exit from the garage behind the doors, the sound of a motor was heard and the three moved into the workroom to meet the newly arrived customers. Enzo opened the garage door with the help of the wall-mounted control panel and the black Emperor sedan drove into the garage at full speed.
- Looks like clients, wake up Royce. - said Enzo Mario.
A stooped elderly man in a pink suit with a cane in his hands stepped out of the car, accompanied by two thugs of southern European appearance in black T-shirts and one young brunette in a red dress. Enzo went out to meet the guest and greeted him with a joyful smile:
- Good afternoon! Welcome to Galliano Pay & Spray Service, what happened to you?
“A week ago, my daughter was fixing her car at your place. - Pointing to the young girl, the man said.
- So what?
- Otherwise, you did not fix it, but only made it worse! The gearbox does not hold and still makes noise from under the hood when you accelerate! - interrupting the speech of her father, the girl started up. - Fix it, or return the money, I paid you two hundred dollars.
- Calm down, now our chief mechanic will come and you will explain the situation to him. - defused the situation Gerald.
The inner door of the room opened and Mario stepped out, accompanied by a sleepy Royce, whose face had a sour grimace.
- What kind of guests do we have here?
- Royce, mister uh ...
- Richetti. an elderly man introduced himself.
- Mister Richetti says that his daughter is not satisfied with the way you fixed her car and she asks to finish it to the end. - explained the situation to Enzo.
- Which car?
- Red Elegy.
- And what about her, dear?
- The gearbox does not keep noise from under the hood when shifting. Finish or return the money! - the girl said in a demanding tone.
- You have an automatic transmission, do not powder my brains with a piglet, go better take out the brain to others, golden youth, damn it ...
- You should hold your tongue, fart. - unable to withstand the transition to personalities, said the old man.
Royce tried to grab the old man with his muscular arm, but the bodyguards reacted instantly. One of them hit Royce on the body and forced him to crouch.
- Calm down gentlemen, Royce cool down! Enzo cried out in an agitated voice. - Mister, the conflict doesn't make sense.
- Your friend tried to raise a hand on me and insulted me and my daughter, as well as my honor, think about your behavior for now, and in a few days we will visit you again and the conversation will be short. the old man threatened. - Send from here.
The four got into the sedan and drove out of the warehouse, Enzo closed the garage door on the remote control. Mario and Gerald helped Royce to his feet, gasping for breath.
“Why the hell are you rude to them with Royce and why the hell are you going to that old man ?! Now we have a cover! We and our entire establishment, our plans, we are no more!
- Enzo, do not hysteria, as if they hit you and not me. Who are these people?
- This old man is Don Luigi Richetti, the head of the local Italian family, now we are definitely covered, we can buy tickets back to Liberty City.
- Take your time, we will tell the situation to Damien. We'll think of something, as a last resort we will apologize and pay the money. - tried to calm Enzo, Gerald.
- You will have to pay off them for the rest of your life, you cretin!
- Yes, you are quiet!
- Guys, now there is no point in discussing anything, let alone snapping at each other, everyone will wake up, then we will discuss.
- And now they came running to our cries of Mario. - said Gerald.
Damien, Eric and Eugene emerged from the break room, awakening after a verbal altercation and the sound of a car in the garage. The guys stared at the cursing friends standing in bewilderment.
- What happened? - decided to find out the situation Damien, as the oldest.
- What, what, Royce did not fix the car of Don Richetti's daughter, and he just dropped in to us with his thugs, and Royce also got it, he was in vain.
- So, what is next?
- Further, they will come here in a couple of days and are unlikely to find us here.
- Do not drive horses, Richetti is not so cruel as to kill someone for petty abuse, especially small bipods like us. Damien said.
- He is now gaining a price for himself against the background of Leone and Sindacco, he and Karlino have a silent confrontation, so they dream of showing each other how cool they are, they will not kill each other, but will recoup on people like us.
- Maybe you're right, have any ideas from Enzo? - Mario asked.
- Damien ... - nodding his head towards the Frenchman, confirmed the lack of ideas of Enzo.
- This is a difficult situation guys and this is the first time we are faced with such a situation. The Diablos are street punks, and the Italian clan is a bigger problem.
- Everything happens for the first time: car theft, murder of a person, bank robbery. - retelling his autobiography, said Mario. - You better give some ideas, brain.
- We will wait, we have trunks, bulletproof vests, too, we will wait for them every day until we wait, either we have them, or they are us, there is no third. There are no other ideas.

Loud incendiary music sounded in the strip club. There were no lights out, all of them were spinning next to the poles, near which the girls were dancing their dances. Every now and then, another rich daddy showered dancers with paper bills, they in gratitude danced more and more erotic and erotic. Alongside the bar sat a row of alcoholic drinkers, who drained their glasses one by one.
Purple neon signs on the walls were already blushing Enzo's eyes, and then he closed them briefly. Enzo stood there for ten seconds and then opened his eyes again. One of the strippers in a revealing outfit grabbed an elderly man in a black suit by the tie and led him into a private dance room in the corner of the hall. Two of his bodyguards stood near the screen, waiting for their boss to get his long-awaited dance.
Enzo, dressed in a black suit, exchanging glances with his partner, stood waiting for the fights.
In the corner of the room, on a tiger-colored leather sofa, sat three men of European appearance, who, judging by their behavior, were in a drunken state. One of them, getting up from the sofa and going up to the fenced pole, began to reach out with his hands to the dancer, which the latter did not like very much.
"Here comes the fun!" thought Enzo.
The security went to the man and grabbed his hand, pulled him to him:
- Hand hold your girls, don't let go of your hands here! Enzo threatened the visitor.
- Fuck off, bouncer! - he snapped and pushed Enzo away.
The Italian was not satisfied with this course of events, and with all his might, he hit the drunken rowdy, from which the latter fell on the floor carpet.
Two of his friends moved to the aid of a friend, who tried to pounce on Enzo from two sides, but he reacted immediately and, leaving the line of attack, struck counterstrikes on the attackers, forcing them to lie down.
The three of them were lying unconscious on the floor, and Enzo, who had fought with the visitors a couple of seconds ago, stood to the side and rubbed his knuckles on his hands.
Two thugs who stood in the corner next to the dance room, together with their emerging boss, moved towards Enzo, he immediately turned his eyes to them.
- Nice hit, mister, may I ask where you learned this? - began the dialogue, an elderly puny man in glasses and a black jacket.
- Sports. - the Italian answered shortly.
- Well, quite good, even great! - the old man praised Enzo.
There was a pause in the conversation, Enzo silently looked at the interlocutor, expecting further development of the conversation.
- Mario De Luca. - the old man introduced himself, reaching out his hand to Enzo and he had to shake it.
- Enzo Scarletti. Enzo snapped.
- And we see fellow countrymen, are you from Italy?
- I was born here.
- Well, not bad either. You don't often meet ethnic countrymen in the Wild West, let me invite you for an interview, I am interested in people like you and I think that my boss will not mind either.
- What interview?
- I invite, ummm, so to speak, to our family clan.
- Clan?
- If you do not mind, please, please, come with us, I will explain everything to you on the way, not to talk here.
Enzo's eyes lit up. Really he was invited to the mafia, like that, in the middle of a working day! The opportunity could not be missed and Enzo agreed to the strange invitation.
- Listen, tell the boss that I needed to leave urgently on business, and then I'll somehow sort it out with him. - Enzo asked his partner for a favor.
“No question, Enzo.
The four left the strip club building and found themselves on the sidewalk of the street.
The beauty of the streets of this southern town amazed everyone. Along the street on the dividing strip of the carriageway, palm trees and bushes were planted. The lower buildings of high-rise buildings were full of their bright signs of shops, entertainment centers, hotels, and near the club sign there was a large sign in the form of porn actress Candy Sachs. Pedestrians strolled along the painted asphalt, observing the beauty of Las Venturas.
At the entrance to the strip club, a black Stretch limousine stood at the sign above the XXX Girls visor. At the wheel of the limousine, Enzo noticed a swarthy driver, who immediately stopped looking at the magazine, noticing the boss leaving the club.
One of the bodyguards ran to the back door of the car and opened it. After his boss, Enzo and a second bodyguard got into the car, he closed the door and sat in the front seat next to the driver.
The back of the limousine was quite spacious. One small two-seater sofa and four more passenger seats, next to which there was a small refrigeration unit. In the center of it all was a table nailed to the floor of the salon.
Mario's bodyguard took a bottle of whiskey from the refrigerator and poured a tart drink into the glasses on the table.
- Help yourself. - stretching out his right hand towards the glass, said Mario.
Enzo drank his drink. The car started and turned around at the intersection, drove onto the main street of Las Venturas - the Strip, which was a kind of "Broadway" of Las Venturas.
This street runs from south to north of the city, dividing the city in two. The main gambling establishments and hospitality facilities were located along it: hotels, hotels and the like. The main street of the city was decorated with various kinds of colorful signs of great heights, tall palms and beautiful cars parked on the side of the street.
- Enzo, now back to the essence of the conversation, I noticed you as a good fighter and your fighting skills pleased me, what else can you do?
- I also do shooting, sometimes go to Ammu Nation in the evenings and practice.
- It's good, we need people like you.
- So we ... who is this? Enzo asked a leading question.
- Clan, family clan. We are from Sicily, Italy - your historical homeland. Our clan is the Karlino family, we are engaged in helping each other: helping in troubles, in various problems, helping to make money. My boss, Giuseppe Carlino, will provide you with a job for good money, protection and respect.
“I've heard a lot about him and about you. - passed to the purity of Enzo.
- And what do you know?
- You are a new family in this area, but you are strengthening your position quite well.
- That's what I wanted to talk about! First, you will pass a small test, and then, you will already be in our ranks. Of course, you will not immediately become a representative of the family, but you will be a simple assistant, but after a successful business, you will be taken into the family, of course.
- And if I fail?
- You can always leave, the main thing is not to pull anyone with you and keep everything a secret, if the person hasn't done anything bad to us - we won't do the same to him, truncated our rule?
- Yes, that's understandable, so what's the deal, Mr. De Luca?
The limousine reached the triangular junction and turned right. In the left window, Enzo saw a thirty-story building of the largest hotel in the city "Emerald Isle" with a ten-story extension for parking. After going around the building, the car turned around, passing the police station on the right and the chapel on the left. The driver stopped at a flower bed, in the parking lot of a one-story yellow building of a pizzeria.
- The owner of the establishment does not want to share the profit with us. Other families do not bother to him, due to the fact that he is on our territory, but he does not pay for the roof.
- I need to take the money from him? - catching the essence of the conversation, added Enzo.
- That's right, son! He owes a thousand dollars to the cashier of the Carlino family, go to the staff, ask them to call the administrator and take our money, then we'll go to our boss.
Enzo, filled with enthusiasm and determination, moved to the exit, but Mario's heavy hand fell on his shoulder, forcing him to look back:
- No cruelty and no nonsense!
Enzo got out of the car and went to the cafe. Visitors to the pizzeria dined at the tables, and the staff at the counter prepared orders, serving customers along the way. Enzo quickly overtook the counter and turned to one of the cashiers:
- Sir, please call the administrator, I have a business conversation with him.
- Of course now. - the catering worker answered kindly.
The cashier disappeared behind an inner door and returned a few seconds later with a plump, mustached middle-aged man.
“Mister, I need to talk to you, I’m from Mr. Giuseppe Carlino. - went to the point of Enzo, seeing the owner.
- Get out of here, I don't want to talk to Giuseppe's mongrels! - snapped the director, introducing into surprise even the staff with his tone.
Enzo grabbed the impudent director by the collar through the counter and with a sharp jerk knocked his carcass onto the counter, grabbing his ear with his other hand.
- Either now I will have a thousand dollars, or you will lie down right here, in front of your employees and clients! Enzo hissed in an insistent tone.
- Quiet, quiet ... - the director moaned plaintively.
Enzo leapt over the counter and led the director through the inner door. Behind the kitchen was a small manager's room, in the center of which was a table, chairs and a small cabinet.
With hasty movements, the director pulled out a tied stack of bills from the closet and held it out to Enzo with trembling hands. Enzo took the pile in his hands and hastily counted it.
- Here, take it, just please, don't bother me anymore, I'll pay every month!
- Another conversation, goodbye, will need protection - contact Mr. Carlino.
Enzo tucked the wad of money into his inner jacket pocket and hurried back into the limousine.
- Here. - said Enzo and handed Mario a stack of bills. - It's a thousand, I managed to count it.
- Well done, driver, let's go to the club.
The driver obediently started the engine and drove out of the parking lot, passing the bridge over the city highway, the railway crossing and the warehouse complex. The car drove into the cottage area of ​​the city - Prickle Pine.
Passing luxurious cottages and private houses, Enzo's heart beat at a breakneck speed, and the hormones of happiness were running in his head. This is what Enzo dreamed about - to get into a normal family, now he will work for serious people and make serious money. What transcendental plans Enzo has not built. Power, money, respect, cars, women, freedom! Of course, he will not forget his friends, those with whom he began his journey. Moreover, Enzo swore to himself to help and support them in every possible way.
The car drove into the local golf club, past the stone fence posts and rounded a large flower club with a stele, stopping at the entrance to the club. The passengers left the car and entered the building.
The beauty of the building amazed Enzo, almost knocking him down. Red carpet along the stairs to the second floor, perfect interior and interior decoration of the building.
The guards remained on the first floor, going into the kitchen on the right, while Mario and Enzo went upstairs and entered the main office on the second floor.
Don's study looked even better than the building's lobby. For a second, Enzo thought that he had come to the president's reception, and not to the don of the mafia family.
A stocky man was sitting at a huge table heaped with papers and an ashtray, smoking a cigar and watching the view from the window behind him. The sound of the door made him turn and pay attention to the newly arrived guests.
- Mario, who did you bring? I thought you went to a strip club to shoot girls ?! Hehe, just kidding. Giuseppe said with a smile.
- Giuseppe, this is Enzo Scarletti, he helped us with our problem with the pizzeria, now they pay us tribute. Enzo himself fights well, with three of me in the club he fucked up! - colorfully introduced the newcomer Mario De Luca.
- Giuseppe Carlino. - the don introduced himself and got up from the table, held out his hand to Enzo.
- Very nice. - answered the same Enzo, shaking his hand.
- You passed the test, that's good. Consider that you are almost in the family, but in order to be admitted to us, you must complete the first business, what it will be, you will find out later.
- I'm ready, don.
- Okay, tell us about yourself.
- I was born in Liberty City, moved here in February with my friends, got a job as a bouncer in a strip club. I am engaged in kick-boxing in the gym, I am fond of shooting.
- Tell me, did you have any business? Did you have to kill anyone?
- To be honest, Mr. Carlino, yes, to both questions.
- Okay, let's look at you in the course of communication, write down your number.
Don handed Enzo a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen, where Enzo wrote down a combination of numbers.
- We will meet again, the driver will take you back, will you have any more questions?
"It's time to ask Don Carlino for help." thought Enzo.
- Don Carlino, it’s not clever for me to ask you for help now and in this situation, but nothing else remains.
- I am ready to help you, to the best of my ability, if the request is adequate. - Giuseppe gave hope with his words.
“My friends are in danger. They work in a car repair shop in Redsands west and yesterday one of our guys had a fight with Don Richetti. He and his guys promised to come back and it seems to me that it will not work out very well for my friends.
- Luigi, this pontorez still can't calm down, I'll help you, just come to my office and visit your friends.
- What do I owe you?
- Hey, this is just help boy, remember, we help each other and do nothing for the calculation.
- Thank you Don Carlino, thank you Mr. De Luca, with your permission I will go.
- Good luck, in the parking lot you will go up to the driver and tell him to give you a lift home.

The sound of approaching cars made Mario and the rest of the workshop jolt. It was not the first day, they were afraid of every rustle and watched every incoming client.
Gerald briskly walked out of the back door of the auto shop and, rounding the building, saw two black Sentinels. Eight large men in dark colors emerged from the cars, one of whom was Luigi Richetti, who stood out for his pinkish suit.
Giuseppe flies back to the rest room to warn of the danger:
“We have guests, two cars, eight people.
Mario immediately rushed to his cell phone and dialed Enzo's number. The other five people, in the person of Gerald, Royce, Eugene, Eric and Damien, began to equip themselves in body armor under their clothes and arm themselves with pistols and Uzi PPs. Royce managed to hide even the sawn-off shotgun under his overalls. Mario, phoned Enzo and explained the situation in one breath:
- Richetti came to us, eight people, come with help.
- I'll be right there, five minutes.
Mario dropped the phone on the couch and began to put on a bulletproof vest under his clothes. Grabbing a Colt pistol from the inside of the kitchen cabinet and checking for ammo in the gun store, Mario followed the others to the exit.
- Is everyone ready? Damien asked, turning to the others. - Let's go then.
Damien pressed a button and the garage door opened. All six people went out to meet the arriving guests and stood in a row opposite them.
- Hello, Mr. Richetti, I am sorry about our recent conflict with you and I am ready to offer you my apologies and compensation for moral damage. - Damien began to negotiate.
- It's too late, you said you could, now you don't have to do anything.
Two more cars stopped behind the backs of the mafiosi, from which about ten people got out. At first, Mario and his friends were shocked to think that even more people had arrived at Richetti. Fear gripped friends, but then managed to make out Enzo's face in the crowd. Richetti, not expecting such a turn of events, turned back and was surprised to see Don Giuseppe Carlino himself, accompanied by his fighters.
“Mr. Luigi Richetti, please do not aggravate the situation. These are my friends and I know they are to blame for you. - Having greeted Don Richetti, Giuseppe began a conversation.
- Yes sir, we are ready to diagnose and repair your daughter's car again and if there are any more complaints, we will certainly fix the breakdown, and most importantly - all at the expense of the institution. - Damien entered the conversation.
- I hope - this is the first and last time, Giuseppe, if they were not your friends, they would hardly have got off so easily.
- It's just Luigi, there are such cases, war is the last thing we need now.
- I agree, well, my daughter will come to you one of these days and see if something goes wrong.
“Everything will be all right, Mr. Richetti, don’t worry.
The bandits Richetti and Carlino returned to their cars and later fled. Enzo returned to his friends and everyone greeted him in turn.
- Thank you Enzo, we owe you. Damien said. - We certainly feel sorry for a person like you, but it is your choice with whom to move, I hope working for Mr. Carlino will be easy for you.
- Thank you Damien, always ask for help, I remember you all and will remember.
Although Enzo left the family, since then the business of the Galliano family has gone up. By October, the family had purchased a second auto repair shop in the city, TransFender, and set about refurbishing it. Income grew every day, as did the number of family members. The family gathered more and more new fighters from the street, teaching them everything. By the fall, the Galliano organized criminal group numbered about forty people, who in turn were divided into fives. Inside the fives, everyone knew each other more or less closely, and outside they did not know anyone, in order to avoid surrendering each other to the police. The family gained momentum and went to the top of the criminal world.
A week later, Enzo completed the first task for the Carlino family - he thwarted the deal between Richetti and the Chinese triads, killing the capo Richetti and taking the goods. Enzo was adopted into the family and he passed the rite of passage, swearing an oath of loyalty to the family. A couple of days later, he flew to Los Santos on behalf of the don to search for the traitor to the family, he only notified the others that he was leaving, he did not inform Enzo about the reason.

Chapter 5. Expansion

October 16, 1992. Las Venturas. USA.
The hot coffee drink in the granite cup gave off a pleasant, rich aroma. There was a fragrant smell of coffee in the room, which undoubtedly attracted Gerald, who entered the lounge. The guy greeted Mario and went over to the kettle and made himself coffee.
- Where did everyone go? - asked Gerald, seeing the absence of the others.
- Royce and Eugene went somewhere on business, I haven't seen Eric for the second day, and Damien is about to drive up, said that he has a conversation with you.
- Wow, what will he come up with this time? Gerald wondered.
- Let's find out. Las Venturas is good because it sells really tasty and real ground coffee. - translated the topic of conversation Mario. - Not like we have in Liberty City.
- I agree.
After finishing his coffee, Mario returned to the dormitory and opened his bedside table, took out a small packet of white powder. He poured some of the contents onto the nightstand, sniffed the crack and put the powder back into the cabinet. The blood went through the veins at a breakneck speed and Mario felt lightness.
All this time, since January, Mario did not get off the crack, using doses from time to time, in secret from his friends. No one dared to rummage through the things of others, so no one knew about Mario's addictions. Mario knew how to keep in measure and always consumed only a certain amount of the substance, encouraging the need. There was nothing wrong with the drug for Mario, because he used it in moderation and no longer caught an overdose.
A car drove up to the building and Mario returned to the lounge at Gerald's table, awaiting Damien's arrival.
Mario was not wrong. The door flew open and Damien entered the room from the side of the garage, dressed in a gray shirt and black trousers. The Frenchman went up to those sitting at the table and exchanged handshakes in turn.
“Since you’re both here, we’ll talk about the important. - Damien began the conversation. - I consulted with the guys and we decided to expand, transfer part of the funds to the south - to Los Santos.
- Los Santos! Whoa! City of angels and sins! Gerald yelled happily. - When do we fly heifers there ?!
- We, or rather you and Mario will not go there for this.
- What for?
- Recently there was a shootout in one of the reputable restaurants on the coast of the city, after which the owner decided to sell the restaurant for a pittance. Naturally, through the people in Los Santos, I immediately bought the restaurant and now it works again. The two of you are appointed as restaurant managers and one as family manager in Los Santos.
- Do we have people there? - Mario asked.
- Of course, our guys run a restaurant and a restaurant there - this is only a legal part of our plan there. The administrator is our man, his name is Vincenzo. It is planned to do something else there to increase capital turnover.
- Let's just briefly Damien, are we flying to Los Santos and watching the restaurant there?
- Mario, yes, you are right, but maybe you will be involved in some other things. Tickets are bought for tomorrow, fly there and Enzo will meet you at the airport. He will show you your new home and take you to the car market where you buy your own cars. You will take the costs from your money, then everything will pay off. Every month I will pay you five thousand each at a stable rate, there will also be left money from various cases. Here are the keys to the house. - Damien handed the guys a bunch of keys. - In a couple of days and we will look there with Eric, we will talk about further actions.
- I am pleased with this prospect. - said Gerald. - Let's have a fun, while earning money!
- Then pack your things and get ready to fly.

Los Santos met the guys quite hospitably. The fierce heat that was in the deserted Las Venturas was replaced by the lukewarm sea breeze of the coastal city of the prodigal San Andreas.
Mario and Gerald were on the plane, watching the morning dawn through the window. The skyscrapers of Los Santos lit up with glare, and the water along the coast turned golden.
The landing went smoothly, and after half an hour our heroes were standing near the entrance to the terminal, waiting to meet Enzo.
The airport building and grounds were simply stunning and could be considered a local landmark. A wide area in the middle of the waiting area, equipped and landscaped with flower beds, trees; high control tower, as well as an obelisk in honor of the construction of the airport.
Mario, dressed in a red Hawaiian shirt and breeches, along with Gerald, who dressed in a white polo with shorts, stood by the curb in the arrivals area, meeting a new life. The arrival area was full of greeters as well as rushing cars. The black sedan of the premium class Elegant pulled up by the side of the road and the familiar to the heroes of Enzo stepped out of the car with open arms.
- Mario, Gerald, how old! How glad I am to see you, you have no idea!
- And we will help you?
- Yes of course. - said Enzo, picking up the bags of his friends and packed them into the trunk. - Go.
The guys got into the car and she moved to the exit from the airport.
- And how is Enzo doing, did what he wanted? - asked Gerald.
- You know, not yet, but made a bunch of new acquaintances. Better tell us how you are there yourself, how are the others? - Enzo too obviously turned the conversation to his friends.
- Damien sent us here to expand, bought a restaurant on the waterfront and a house, said that you would take us. In Las Venturas, things are going uphill, they have already bought two workshops, Royce and Eugene are working tirelessly.
- Yes, of course I'll take you, first I'll show you your house, then we'll go to a car dealership, take wheels.
The car drove into the transport ring around a futuristic stele dotted with flower beds. Having rounded the ring, Enzo drove into a ground junction and, having driven along it, entered the coastal road. Mario and Gerald saw a picturesque view of Los Santos nature. On the left, in all its glory, the ocean shining under the sun washed the coast, on the right was the Verdant Bluffs hill, where the old observatory was located. The car drove into a tunnel under the mountain.
- You said that you have established contacts with Enzo, are there opportunities for new extensions? - asked Mario.
- Of course there is, this is the most that is not - the city of opportunities, Las Venturas is not near!
- And who controls everything here?
- There is no absolute power in this city: neither the government, nor the police, nor the FBI decide here. There are people who decide what another organization cannot solve, each has its own niche, so to speak. There are two main large clans in this city: the Cuban cartel and the Russian lads. The first ones keep local docks and control the smuggling from Cuba, the second ones push drugs and weapons. There are also small gangs of African Americans, Latinos and Irish; although there are no particularly large forces among them. The only ones I can single out are the Grove Street families. One of my friends, Karl Johnson, has weight there and is quite adequate, capable of cooperation, but his brother Sean is a fanatic and a scumbag, a gang leader. Now they are also going through hard times: Sean is still in the hospital, and their areas are being attacked by the combined teams of their competitors.
- And with whom would you advise to do business?
- You know, you can try to establish contact with the Cubans. My past boss - Salma did business with them before she was put behind bars and her gang broke up. Now they need new distribution channels, they bring cheap Chinese and Korean electronics from Cuba, they can buy it and sell it ourselves.
- It is interesting, I will consult with Damien.
“Okay, I'll arrange a meeting for you, if need be.
The car drove along the city's waterfront, passing by many private luxury homes and colorful entertainment venues that were closed in the morning. Few fast food outlets have opened their doors to customers.
Enzo turned right and stopped at one of the private houses, the heroes were simply speechless when they saw their future haven. Behind a low stone fence and bushes planted in the garden stood a stunning-looking one-story house with an attic. Near the house, under the attic, there was an extension for a garage with an iron door.
- Wow, we have a house! - said Gerald.
- Then look. - interrupted Gerald Enzo's pleasure. - Let's go for the wheelbarrow.
The boys drove the long street in a straight line and turned left, towards the foot of Mulholland Hill, where more luxurious mansions stood on the hill than on the city's waterfront.
Enzo stopped in front of a small two-story building with a sign "Grotti". In front of a large advertising banner, in the parking lot near the building, there was a row of cars, quite luxurious ones.
- We'll buy cars for you here, get the money and go!
Three hours later, after waiting inside the car dealership, on a cozy sofa and coffee in hand, the guys were given their cherished car keys and they left the car dealership building with vague smiles.
There were two cars parked at the exit: a silver Premier sedan and a black Landstalker SUV, the first car for Gerald and the second for Mario, which cost him fifty thousand dollars.
- Yehuuu, I always dreamed of riding this beauty! Gerald yelled happily, opening a new car.
- You haven't ridden an SUV yet, that's really cool! - threw back Mario.
Enzo, carrying two wheeled suitcases in his hands, helped the guys load things into the trunks and gave a piece of paper with the address written on it.
- Here is a restaurant, explain there to the guys, they know about you. Good luck guys, you need help, call. Enzo said goodbye amiably.
- And you do not get sick! - Gerald answered with a laugh. - Let's go Mario.
Enzo returned to his car and drove away. Following him, Mario and Gerald drove out of the parking lot of the car dealership, heading towards their new home.
It was no more than five minutes drive to the house, and in a few minutes the friends were at their house. Mario got out of the car and opened the garage door with the keys given by Damien. The garage space was quite spacious and empty, suitable for storing two cars. The guys drove their cars into the garage and went to the entrance to the house.
- Well, with us a housewarming! - With a satisfied note said Gerald and putting down his suitcase, opened the door of the house.
The guys entered the house and found themselves in a well-equipped hallway, which contained a wardrobe for outerwear and a shelf for shoes. After wiping their shoes on the carpet and taking off their sandals, the guys went into the living room, where they stood: a large leather sofa, two armchairs, a new TV and a tape recorder. On the right was a door with a staircase to the attic. The kitchen was in the same room as the living room, separated by a small counter, behind which stood a kitchen set, a table and chairs. And to the left along the corridor on either side were two bedrooms.
Mario and Gerald brought their things to their rooms and decided to take a break after the flight.
Gerald returned from the room not empty-handed, but holding a bottle of whiskey in his hands. Mario fumbled in the refrigerator and, finding nothing of the liquid, resigned himself to drinking whiskey with Gerald. Opening the top cabinet, Mario managed to find glasses for booze there.
- It's so good that you took whiskey at the airport, otherwise there is nothing.
- Yes, I have foreseen everything.
Gerald poured the tart drink into glasses and the friends clinked glasses and began to drink whiskey.
- Where is that restaurant located? - asked Mario.
- Let's see. - answered Gerald, reaching into his shorts pocket and taking out a sheet of paper. - Beach Santa Maria, the name of the restaurant - "Coastal".
- We will go in a couple of hours, we will rest a little.
- I agree, the flight tired me a little. Damien and Eric would have arrived as soon as possible, let's start doing business with the Cubans.

The sun was slowly beginning to bake the sandy coast of Los Santos, and waves raged on the coast with might and main. More and more beach goers flooded the Santa Maria beach while relaxing on the beach. Two cars drove up to the yellow two-story building on the embankment of the city. Two young men, full of determination and enthusiasm, walked from the cars to the restaurant imposingly.
The premises of the restaurant were quite spacious, and its cladding and signs with drawings undoubtedly attracted new customers. Well-dressed clients sat at the tables, eating in a measured way to the sound of a saxophonist. There was also a piano in the corner of the hall, but nobody played it today.
The restaurant greeted the guys in a friendly way, a cute young waitress, seeing two who came, smiled, went up to the guys. Gerald was the first to start the conversation, spreading into a sweet smile:
- Miss, good day to you, where can I find the administrator of the establishment, I need to talk to him.
- One minute, now I'll call him.
The waitress walked behind the bar, disappearing behind the restaurant's service door. Behind the counter stood a middle-aged bartender in a black shirt, wiping the washed glasses with a rag. There were two more waiters in the room, carrying orders on iron trays.
Half a minute later the same waitress came out of the room, accompanied by a strong young man of Italian appearance, dressed in a red polo. Seeing Gerald and Mario, he immediately approached them and, after greeting them, offered to sit down at the table.
- My name is Vincenzo, I am the administrator of the restaurant, and for one thing and the head of security. I will help you here.
- My name is Gerald, my silent partner - Mario, Damien was talking about you, are you from our family?
- Yes, I have known Damien for a long time and he invited me to join you, I also brought my guys with me, they are guarding our institution and are ready to come by phone.
- What are our concerns here?
- If there are problems, I will call you, otherwise I am here anyway and can keep track of everything.
- Cool. - said Gerald.
- Still, so I heard you, too, are not made with a finger, guys? We went through a lot with Damien.
- Yes, there was a time, now everything is going uphill. - answered Gerald.
- Well, I hope everything will be so, God bless us.
The guys said goodbye to Vincenzo and tasted Italian cuisine in the face of pasta and pizza, went to get acquainted with the sights of Los Santos.

October 19, 1992. Los Santos.
The early evening whittled down the midday heat of Los Santos and lifted the sweetest coastal air into the air. Hungry tourists, after visiting the beach, were in a hurry to have a meal and satisfy their appetites by going to the Pribrezhny restaurant.
Mario was sitting at the table in his restaurant, enjoying the most delicate Caesar salad. In his campaign, Gerald and Enzo were also sitting, waiting for Damien's arrival. The deal with the Cubans was destined to be.
At the next table sat a trio: two middle-aged white men in light jackets and a young man in a red sweatshirt who greeted Enzo when they met.
- Hey, who are the three you greeted? - asked Mario.
- The Irish, the eldest of them is Matthew O'Hara, I don't know the second myself, and the youngest is Matthew's brother, Rick, a good guy. Previously, this was their territory, but now they have weakened and are already quietly getting along with us.
Through the glass window, Mario noticed that a taxi drove up to the building, from where Damien came out with Eric. The partners entered the restaurant and noticed their friends, greeted and sat down at their table.
- Healthy guys! Enzo exclaimed. - How was the road?
- Just super, the taxi driver took us from the hotel in a couple of minutes. How is your life here? - Erik exclaimed emotionally.
- Great, the chicks here are just chic, but I won't trade a single local beach chick for the Portland beauties. - expressed his opinion Gerald.
- And so, straight to the point, what do we have today? Damien asked.
- Deal with the Cuban cartel, I have already agreed with their chief here about the deal, his name is Pepe Robina, a man of honor and knows how to do business. - said Enzo. “Buy cheap electronics from them and sell them to dealerships at a premium, the batch will cost you one hundred thousand, plus fifteen thousand for a warehouse, rent of trucks and movers.
- How much will we fuck with this?
- Two hundred and sixty thousand for the whole batch.
- And how long will it take?
- About two to three weeks. - Enzo said his forecast, answering Damien's question.
- Not bad, so when do we have a meeting?
- In an hour, you can already move slowly, the meeting will take place in the port area of ​​the city - Ocean Docks, I will lead.
- Well, let's go! - said Gerald confidently.
Mario paid for the salad and went outside with the others. There was a black Elegant Enzo in the parking lot, where all five sat. Enzo pulled out of the parking lot and drove straight along the embankment road towards the port area.
The guys were driving along the same road that led to the airport, but at the roundabout the car turned right, rounding the runway through an underground tunnel and drove into the port area of ​​the city. It was not very different from the port in Liberty City: docks, shipyards, cargo cranes, storage facilities. Nothing could interfere with the deal here, only the cries of seagulls and the sounds of ship signals.
Enzo drove over a surface bridge and entered a separate island, stopping under the second dividing bridge. In the shadows, at a distance, stood four Hispanic men, dressed in T-shirts and T-shirts.
- Here they are, guys, without further ado, the main thing - don't worry. - gave advice to Enzo.
The guys got out of the car and headed towards the four. Damien was holding a suitcase with money, the others walked alongside him. Chief - a bald bearded Latinos in a gray T-shirt, greeted Damien, who shook his hand in return.
- Glad to meet you guys, my name is Pepe Robina. - the boss of the Cubans introduced himself.
- Damien Lapard. - the Frenchman introduced himself in response. - I am glad that Enzo contributed to our cooperation, let's get down to business.
- I will sell you a batch of Chinese and Korean electronics: refrigerators, televisions, irons. It will cost one hundred thousand. The product is in excellent condition, after the conveyor has arrived in the USA by ship, not yet opened, is in the warehouse in Willowfield.
- I agree, Enzo told me about the price, I would also like to talk to you about the warehouse, are you ready to sell it to me?
- You know, I thought about it and am ready to do it for fifteen thousand.
- I am satisfied with such conditions, one hundred and fifteen thousand in a suitcase, on hands? - holding out his hand, asked Damien.
After a short pause in conversation, the Cuban shook Damien's hand.
- Deal. The documents will be drawn up tomorrow, the goods are in the warehouse in full complete set, it will only be necessary to dissolve and its distributors.
“It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Robin.
- It's mutual.
Damien handed the suitcase of money to Pepe's man, dressed in a white T-shirt and trousers, who began counting the money. In half an hour the counting was over and the "business partners" dispersed.
November 3, 1992. Los Santos.
The sale of the first batch of electronics was coming to an end and the cherished clean money was already almost in the pocket of the Galliano family. From this transaction, the family received almost one hundred and fifty thousand in net profit, but despite the loss of this money for personal needs, the friends decided to invest it in increasing sales. The new batch, twice the size of the old one, had already arrived at the warehouse and was waiting to be sold.
Mario sat on the bed in his room, hanging over the table. White powder was scattered on the table and Mario sniffed crackle, pinching one nostril. Feeling the buzz and a burst of energy, Mario fell onto the bed and closed his eyes. It was an indescribable feeling.
Mario's mobile phone rang and he immediately came to himself, picked up the phone, Vincenzo's excited voice was heard:
- Hi Mario, we have a problem.
- Hi Winnie, what happened?
- The guys from Grove Street came and now they are telling me that this is their territory and they want to have a share from us, come with Gerald and grab the trunks, I notified the guys, they will also arrive soon.
- Okay, now we will. Don't do anything first, I'll try to call Enzo, he seems to have connections with African Americans.
- I'll wait, they also agreed to wait for you with Gerald, they want to talk to you personally.
- In touch.
Mario got out of bed, ducked his hand into the nightstand and pulled out a Colt 1911 pistol. After checking the store, he hid the weapon under his pants and threw a light brown jacket over his Hawaiian, to hide the barrel handle. The Italian left the room and went into Gerald's room, where he slept without his hind legs. Mario began to bother Gerald, forcing him to wake up:
- Gerald, we have problems, grab the gun and come with me, I'll explain everything along the way.
- OK OK.
Gerald jumped out of bed in his underpants and opened his closet, pulled on his polo, breeches and a sweatshirt, hiding the trunk under it. Gerald got together "like a soldier" and two minutes later the heroes left the house and drove out of the garage in a Mario SUV.
- In general, Grove Street came to the restaurant and demanded from Vincenzo their share, supposedly we are on their territory and are obliged to pay them.
- This is the territory of the Galliano family! We will tear them to pieces!
- Hold your horses Gerald, Grove Street should not be underestimated, and we don't need enemies now, especially when we just started to climb, I'll call Enzo now.
Mario hastily removed one hand from the steering wheel and dialed Enzo's number, it didn't take long for an answer:
- Hi Enzo, listen, the greens came to our restaurant and demand their share, can you settle it?
- Hi, I'll call Karl now, we'll decide something.
- Okay, thanks Enzo.
The car was parked in the parking lot of the restaurant, where there were two more old Greenwood sedans.
Near the cars stood about five or six African-American people, dressed in green tones of clothing, the main of them - a tall bandit wearing a green T-shirt and cap, talking with Vincenzo, with whom stood about five of his guys. Mario and Gerald immediately went to Vincenzo and greeted him.
- Mario, Gerald, this is Sean Johnson.
Mario glanced at Sean, examining him from head to toe. After a short pause, Mario continued the dialogue:
- Hello, my name is Mario Galliano, together with my friend Gerald Blyde we are the managers of this restaurant, how can we be useful?
- Your restaurant is located on our territory, pasta, the seventies passed and now you are not driving everyone here, pay tribute to us and we will get along normally.
Sean's character was unshakable and his ultimatum meant that it looked like Mario would have to fight with Grove Street, which he really did not want.
Sean's cell phone rang. Sean took out his phone and lifted his T-shirt a little, under which Mario noticed a revolver.
- Hello, CJ, I'm listening. Like this? Who are they? Are you kidding nigga !? I don’t know them, how do you know these clowns, okay, beforehand.
Sean hung up and judging by the conversation, one could say that Enzo still got through to Sean's brother.
- In general, I found out about you and about Enzo, my brother said that you are his good friends and want to cooperate with us. We can discuss this, come with us, do not be afraid, your friend said his word for you and I give his word, you will not be touched.
Mario thought: it didn't look like an ambush, why the hell Grove steal Mario and Gerald, because they still won't get money from this, and they will unleash a war. Apparently Enzo really agreed on cooperation, which Mario quite believed in.
- Go. - threw back Mario.
- Get into the red car, we'll take you.
Mario and Gerald got into the red Greenwood with two more African Americans, Sean and two more got into the bluish Greenwood. The cars started from the parking lot and moved towards Ganton.
Having passed the coastal part and the city center, the heroes entered the eastern part of the city, where mostly private poor houses were located, these areas were called the Los Santos ghetto.
The guys from the car window watched the dirty streets, worn out parked cars, violently talking African Americans.
The driver passed the railway crossing and entered the main alley of the Ganton district, which was called Grove Street, which was the name of the group that traded in these parts.
The cars stopped in the middle of the circular courtyard. Around the courtyard were private houses, among which stood out a burned down two-story house, part of which was completely absent due to the fire.
The African Americans got out of the car and Mario and Gerald left the cars after them.
- Wait here. - ordered Sean and together with the rest of the assistants went into a one-story house with a garage extension.
The atmosphere in the area was very depressing for the heroes, as if they had returned to their native Hepburn Heights. Dirty streets strewn with trash bags, African Americans glancing viciously at white aliens and the sound of hip-hop tunes were all very depressing.
- What do you think will happen now? Gerald asked.
- Hope everything is OK.
The heroes stood in this dangerous place for about fifteen minutes, being ready to fight back, but none of the locals approached their friends. Sean came out of the house, accompanied by an African American who was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a Panama hat. His face was not visible due to sunglasses, a thick beard and mustache.
- Guys, you will take this person wherever he says, wait for him and come back, if you do - consider that no one will disturb your restaurant more than you and your restaurant and we will cooperate. No questions asked and no nonsense, take the car you were driving. - Sean threw a bunch of keys to Mario and he caught it.
The trio got into the red Greenwood and drove out of the yard.
- Well, where are we going? - asked Mario.
- Shopping mall in the Market.

Mario and Gerald had been sitting in the car for over ten minutes, waiting for their passenger at the entrance to the mall. In the early evening, everyone returned from work and there were enough visitors in the mall.
The mall itself was an open two-story building full of various shops and malls. On the ground floor, in the middle of the trading floor, two palm trees and a flower bed were planted. The way to the second floor ran through an escalator.
Suddenly, several shots sounded and from the top of the escalator appeared the passenger Mario, who at all times ran to the car, scaring away visitors along the way. Mario started the engine, dropping the sprinting man down, and immediately started walking away from the mall.

Gerald and Mario stood outside Sean's house, waiting for him. We didn't have to wait long, and then Sean came out with a guy in a white T-shirt, Latin appearance.
- Well done guys, you helped me and my brother a lot, meet me, this is the future husband of my sister, the leader of the Varrios Los Atztekas gang - Caesar.
- Very nice, Mario. - greeted a new friend Mario.
- Gerald.
- You have proven yourself well and now we are your allies, you can contact us for help. Caesar has a job for you, so leave your numbers, we'll call you back.
“Okay, Mr. Johnson, I am eternally pleased with our cooperation, the Galliano family will help you.
Mario and Sean shook hands with each other as a sign of the gangs' alliance. After shaking hands, Mario took a business card from his shorts pocket and handed it to Caesar.
- Guys, I'll take you to a restaurant, come with me.
The heroes got into the red Savanna convertible and, together with Caesar, moved back to the restaurant.
The sun was setting and the streets were getting dark, lights were on. The Los Santos ghetto was awakening.

Chapter 6. Stumbling blocks

November 10, 1992. Los Santos.
Deep sleep was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Mario opened his eyes and got out of bed, headed towards the front door. Looking through the peephole, Mario saw Enzo in a black suit standing on the threshold, Mario opened the door. It was pouring rain outside at this time, the sun hid behind dark rain clouds.
- Hi Enzo, will you have a cup of tea?
- Hi, something unexpected, of course, come in. - said Mario, letting the guest in.
Enzo walked into the hallway, hanging his wet jacket on the hanger and removing his shoes. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mario was preparing hot ground coffee, which gave off a pleasant aroma.
- How is Mario, how is your business? Enzo asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.
- Going uphill, increasing the volume. And how are you? When is back to Las Venturas?
- I have a couple of unresolved cases here, which is why I came to you.
Mario put two mugs of coffee on the table and a plate of French croissants.
- And what is the offer?
- This is a large Mario, not the crumbs that you collect with Damien, but really a large one.
- You intrigued me.
- A trade ambassador arrives from Africa and takes African diamonds with him for sale. Pants are not fig, I would say. We need to get these stones, my friends are ready to pay five million dollars for them.
- And the truth is not crap, just now explain to me how in broad daylight to attack the ambassador of another country, who will also have security and steal stones worth five million? I certainly remember the case with the bank, but this is much more serious.
- I already have a plan and I have the resources for its implementation, it remains only to find people - four people.
- I would like to know the plan before giving an answer. - demanded Mario.
- Of course, listen. We have: a helicopter, an ambulance van, medical clothes and weapons. The ambassador will drive in his car with two guards, and there will be an escort car with four guards on board. The ambassador's driver, our man, will stop the car in front of the ambulance van near the city atrium. In the ambulance, two people will sit and wait for the command, two more will hide behind on the roof of a neighboring building. When the convoy stops, the grenade launcher on the roof will remove the escort car and, together with his partner, go downstairs to the aid of the ambulance, they, in turn, kill other guards and the carrier, take the bruliks from the ambassador and all together climb onto the roof of the atrium, a helicopter will take you there, everything is simple ...
“Two questions, how long will it take for the cops to reach us during the shooting in the city center and why remove the driver?
- The cops will get there in about two or three minutes, this time should be enough for you. At the expense of the carrier, do not worry, he should not go into the share, and he can snitch.
- I will discuss this with the guys, while I cannot give one exact answer.
- Of course, Mario, I understand you, you have my number and if anything, time to think - until tomorrow night, chao.
Enzo finished his coffee and moved towards the exit of Mario's house. Mario handed him his jacket and escorted him out.
Now we need to call Damien and collect everyone, or later it will be too late.

By evening, all the invited people were in place in the person: Damien, Gerald and Eric. It was decided not to name Vincenzo and the rest of the family as the case was of increased danger. The four were sitting on the couch in the living room, after listening to the whole plan and discussing all the nuances, Mario's friends began to give their answers:
- I'm in business, these are big and light money, we can't immediately earn such money by selling fake electronics. - said Eric.
- Eric is right, I'm with my nigga, I'm in business too. - joined Gerald.
- Well, where are you without me. - Damien joked with a touch of old-fashionedness. - I'm in. I think that Eric will shoot from a grenade launcher, he is a special on the barrels, and Gerald and I will be in the ambulance, Mario is covering Eric. All agree?
- Of course I agree, fucking, I will blow the car from the grenade launcher! Always dreamed! Eric yelled.
- I agree. - said Gerald.
- I also. - said Mario.
- Okay, Mario, then call our friend and tell us that we are ready to do business.

November 14, 1992. Los Santos. Commerce.
The commercial quarter - the city center was at its peak. Traffic congestion, rushing pedestrians and noisy streets.
There was a local atrium next to one of the city's skyscrapers. The beautiful building, with glass cladding and dotted with flower beds and palm trees, undoubtedly attracted the attention of tourists to it. Climbing up the escalator, tourists could sit on the roof of the building with a cup of coffee, and inside the atrium one could contemplate modern works of architectural art.
Opposite the atrium building, on the roof of a three-story apartment building, Eric and Mario sat waiting for their target, dressed in ambulance clothes and medical masks. In the hands of Eric was a Soviet-made grenade launcher - RPG-7, and Mario was holding an AK-74. Around the corner, an ambulance van stood in ambush, behind which there was a platform between the two buildings - the path to the ground parking.
From behind the bend, two black cars drove out onto the road in front of the atrium: a Mule van and a luxury Washington sedan, the guys realized that the ambassador was in the second and prepared to attack:
- Here are our guests, get ready to shoot Eric. - said Mario, standing up and waving his hand to his teammates in the ambulance.
The column reached the atrium building and was driving towards the intersection, when suddenly an ambulance van drove around the corner at full speed into the intersection with the siren on and stopped at the intersection.
- Go. - said Eric and stood up, fired a grenade launcher at the escort car.
The van jerked and there was a loud explosion that scared the crowds of passers-by. Motorists went into shock and created a dense traffic jam at the intersection, which was in the hands of the robbers.
Eric threw the grenade launcher and picked up the AK-74 and, together with Mario, ran down the residential floors to help his comrades.
Gerald and Damien jumped out of the ambulance holding a pump-action shotgun and an MP-5, respectively, and moved towards the van, shooting the guard who had emerged from the vans.
The second guard pulled out a pistol and began to shoot back, but was cut off by Eric's burst, who ran out of the entrance of the house with Mario.
The four reached the van and pulled out the driver and the ambassador at gunpoint.
- Stones, quickly, open them! - shouted at the top of his voice Gerald, showing the African ambassador to his briefcase.
He, with trembling hands, pulled out the key from his suit pocket and inserted it into the suitcase, opened the briefcase, from where a small black bag fell out. Damien lifted the pouch and, making sure nothing had spilled, put the pouch in the breast pocket of the medical uniform.
- Stop the driver! Damien said.
Mario aimed the barrel of the machine gun at the long-haired driver, who stood in confusion, expecting to be taken with them too. He understood that he was simply betrayed and understood that these were the last seconds of his life.
- Hurry up, the cops are coming!
Mario heard the sound of approaching sirens in the distance and pulled the trigger of the machine gun. The driver of the car fell on the asphalt with a hole in his head, and the heroes, meanwhile, ran up the escalator to the atrium.
The inner hall was a multi-storey hall with glazed showcases, where various architectural sculptures stood. Ignoring the visitors who were enjoying the art, the four ran out of the back entrance of the building and ran across the platform to the rooftop where the parking lot was. Hiding behind a fence, the robbers waited for their evacuation.
- Where is this moron, the cops will catch us so soon! Gerald began to panic.
In the distance on the horizon, a silhouette of a helicopter appeared, the guys were reassured by the hope that they were about to be taken away and they would receive their money, but on their heels eight commandos jumped out of the atrium building, dressed in helmets and black body armor, armed with shotguns and MP-5 assault rifles. two of them held shields in their hands.
- His mother, SWAT! - Eric shouted, pointing his finger in the direction of the police.
- I'm not going to sit down, bring them down! - Damien yelled and all at once opened fire on the special forces.
Two commandos fell to the floor with injuries. Their comrades immediately reacted and carried them out of the battlefield, covering them behind their shields. The special forces opened fire back and the guys had to lie down behind the fence.
The black helicopter was already flying up to the roof, hovering over it at a low altitude and slowly descending. After a while, the helicopter landed and the four of them rushed towards it in full swing.
- Are you friends of Enzo? - asked the question the Italian pilot in a cap and black glasses.
- No damn, accidentally walked and sat down, let's take off! - Damien went mad after the pilot's stupid question.
Bullets went through the helicopter's hull and the pilot realized that it was time to take off.
The rotorcraft made sounds and took off. The body of the helicopter cracked from bullet hits and the guys thought that the helicopter was about to explode, but no.
The helicopter soared into the air from the roof and at all times, inclined away towards the suburb of Los Santos. The guys closed the helicopter hatches. Damien wiped sweat from his forehead and turned his head to the others:
- Now you can relax, now we will throw off all the junk, change clothes and go to the city, tomorrow we will meet with Enzo at ten o'clock in the warehouse.

The melodious sounds of a live jazz orchestra filled the restaurant at night. People came to have fun, dance and have a good time. Waiters in white shirts now and then, barely had time to serve the night guests.
Mario, Gerald, Damien and Eric sat at a corner table that was literally full of food and drinks. They celebrated their successful business with this.
- Guys, for us! Bueno Fortune! Damien raised a toast and everyone clinked glasses at once.
Mario began to drink sparkling wine and ate the drink with a piece of cheese. Damien, with a wave of his hand, called Vincenzo to him and began a conversation with him:
- Tomorrow you will help us in one business, we will go to the warehouse and meet with our friends.
- Well boss.
Mario decided that it was time for him to round off and wipe his mouth with a napkin, got up from the trunk and said goodbye to everyone:
- Guys, I'll go, I'm a little tired, tomorrow is a great day and I want to be cheerful.
- Of course, Mario, you will be cheerful in any case, seeing our millions. The diamonds will be with me, tomorrow at ten in the warehouse.
- Good Damien, good luck.
Mario exchanged handshakes with his partners and moved to the exit. In the parking lot, he got into his new white Sultan, a new luxury sedan with an automatic transmission.
Leaving the parking lot, Mario drove home. His path was about two minutes, he only had to drive straight along the embankment along a row of shops and cafes and turn left towards Rodeo.
Mario drove the car into the garage and entered the house.
Naturally, fatigue was an apparent reason to get home and take the drug as soon as possible. Mario was getting more and more withdrawn and he went full steam to his room and pulled out a whole packet of crack from his black bag.
Mario decided to increase the dosage, replacing the long absence of the drug in the body and poured most of the bag onto the table.
Taking a hundred dollar bill, he sniffed the crack deeply and sprawled on the bed in euphoria. Consciousness clouded, the heart began to beat at a breakneck speed and Mario closed his eyes.



Las Venturas.
The morning began for Royce and Eugene with a stream of cars for repairs. From eight o'clock in the morning, the guys were digging in broken cars, diagnosing and fixing problems. The automatic garage door opened and a black Sentinel drove into the garage.
- One more. Royce swore.
Two young guys of southern European appearance, dressed in leather jackets, got out of the car. Eugene approached the new visitors amiably and greeted him,
“Greetings, what happened to you?
One of the guys reached up to the seat:
- Greetings from Giuseppe Carlino! the first exclaimed.
The second took a Remington pump-action shotgun from the car and fired at the brothers. Royce and Eugene's bodies fell to the floor, Royce gasping for breath, coughing up blood from his mouth.
- Finish it! - said the driver to the gunman.
The shooter approached Royce and aimed a shotgun in the head, gave a control shot, completely smashing his head into pieces.

Los Santos.
Workers in gray uniforms were digging under a canopy outside a two-story warehouse building, loading pallets into the warehouse using forklifts. Opposite the warehouse were also rows of containers and several bodies of trucks.
Damien, Gerald, Eric stood on the landing by the car, waiting for Enzo. Vincenzo was also standing nearby with three guys. Mario was still not there and he did not answer calls, the guys began to worry and suspect that something had happened.
Two cars entered the warehouse area past the gate: a black Elegant sedan and a black Sentinel. From the first car, accompanied by one person, Enzo, himself, came out. Four more mafiosi got out of the second car. Enzo was holding a suitcase in his hands.
- Here's Enzo, send. Damien said. - Where the hell is Mario?
The trio reached Enzo and everyone shook hands.
- Here are the stones. - pulled a bag out of his jacket pocket and handed Damien to Enzo.
- And here's the money. - said Enzo.
Enzo's hand ducked under his jacket and from there Enzo pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Damien. The rest of the mafiosi also took out weapons and took aim at the rest.
- Sorry Damien, friendship is friendship, and business is business, goodbye.
A shot rang out and Damien's body fell to the ground. A hail of shots began, and one after another Enzo's former friends fell: Gerald, Eric.
- Heck! - Vincenzo yelled and took out a pistol from his jacket, made a couple of shots towards Enzo, getting into his car. His partners had already been killed by Enzo's people and he had no choice but to flee, the forces were not in his favor.
- You four of you go after them, I will deliver stones and money to the don. - gave the command to Enzo, sitting down with his partner in the car.
The other four got into the second sedan and followed full steam ahead of the fleeing Vincenzo.

Mario opened his eyes. He saw the ceiling of his room. Somewhat getting up from the floor, he went to the wall clock and saw that it was already ten o'clock. Mario realized that he was late for the meeting.
Pulling his jeans and shirt over him, he knocked the powder bag off the table, spilling it over the carpet.
"Shit! And to hell with him!" he thought to himself.
There were the sounds of gunshots and the creak of brakes. With a quick step, Mario overtook the living room and looked out the window, seeing Vincenzo approaching in a car and running to the door. Mario tormented a little, opened the door:
- Winnie, what's going on?
- Enzo, he threw everyone, they killed everyone! - Vincenzo yelled and immediately several holes appeared in his torso.
Vincenzo collapsed onto the wooden porch of the house. Mario had to hide behind the door, almost getting hit by the bullets of four mafiosi who got out of the car. Pistol bullets cleared the wooden door and Mario rushed to the closet in the hallway.
- Want to play? Now you will have a game! - shouted at the top of his voice Mario.
From the closet, Mario took out a CAR-15 assault carbine with an underbarrel grenade launcher and a handle. Mario got this weapon through Eric, for a rainy day, which has now come. After loading the machine, he stood at the door and prepared to attack.
- Let's play!
The grenade flew out of the grenade launcher and exploded near a flower bed in the garden, taking with it two attackers to the next world. Mario removed his machine gun from the safety and fired a long burst at the other two attackers.
- Do you like it, creatures ?! - screaming at the top of his voice, he walked to the break of Mario, riddling one mafioso.
The second mafioso managed to roll to the side and shoot at Mario with a pistol. Mario fell with a cry to the ground - a bullet hit in the shoulder. The second hand held the machine gun and pressing the trigger, Mario cut down the last attacker.
"It's time to get out of here, it's not safe here." - thought Mario and threw the machine gun back into the house.
In a state of passion, Mario pulled the cabinet out of the closet and, having emptied all the crack packets, crushed them with his feet.
- Fucking shit, your mother, what's with them, what's with my friends ?! - Mario yelled hysterically.
Mario looked into the wall cabinet, pulled out a bandage and wrapped the wound around himself. To eliminate the pain, Mario took an anesthetic pill. Taking with him a black bag containing fifty thousand dollars, Mario moved out of the house without even closing the door behind him.
His friends were killed by his mutual former friend. Was these five million worth it? How could one exchange for this friendship.
“Enzo, I swear I’ll find you and gut your brains.” - Gritting his teeth, Mario said out loud. - Now, it's time to go home, away from here.
Mario stood by the side of the road and held out his hand to wait for a taxi. The car was not long in coming, and after two minutes Mario was driving in a yellow cab.
- To the airport and faster. - Throwing a hundred dollar bill to the taxi driver, said Mario.

Epilogue

August 1994. Los Santos.
Mario was sitting at a table in the Pribrezhny restaurant, the same one he owned a year and a half ago. Sipping a cool iced rum drink, he squandered the events of 1992.
After the death of his friends, Mario flew back to Liberty City, where another mournful surprise awaited him. Upon arrival, he found that his apartment was empty and through neighbors learned that his mother had died in October of heart failure. Later, he learned about the fate of Royce and Eugene, in Liberty, Mario had no friends and he lived in fear for a year and a half, without getting out to the surface. After that incident, he gave up crack for good, lying in a rehab center.
And now, after a year and a half, he decided to return to Los Santos again. His apartment was once sealed after a shootout in it, but now Mario was living in it again.
A man in a shirt walked past Mario, whose face seemed familiar to Mario. He flipped through the moments of 1992 in his head:
At the next table sat a trio: two white middle-aged men in light jackets and a young man in a red sweatshirt who greeted Enzo when he met.
- Hey, who are the three you greeted? - asked Mario.
- The Irish, the eldest of them is Matthew O'Hara, I don't know the second myself, and the youngest is Matthew's brother, Rick, a good guy. Previously, this was their territory, but now they have weakened and are already quietly getting along with us.
Matthew O'Hara! It was undoubtedly him. A sturdy middle-aged man with slightly gray hair, a rough expression and muscular arms. Mario decided to follow him.
Throwing a five-dollar bill to the waiter for the drink, Mario donned his hat and followed the Irishman.
The Irishman walked along the embankment of the city and crossed the road, turned left towards Marina - a private sector along the river. Matthew's house was a one-story beige building with a vegetable garden. Matthew entered the house and disappeared through the door.
Mario was tormented by doubts: what will he say to Matthew, how will he introduce himself and how can the dialogue turn out?
Gathering his strength, ten minutes later, Mario still rang the doorbell and stood in front of the door, clenching his fists in his hands.
The door flew open and from there the barrel of a pistol looked at Mario. Mario did not expect such a "warm" welcome and hesitated a little, mumbled:
- Matthew O'Hara? I need to talk.
- What the fuck, who else are you? - Gerald asked, waving the cannon at Mario's face.
- Sir, I wanted to ask you for help, I am looking for Enzo, do you remember him? A year and a half ago, he often sat in the "Pribrezhnoye" and you knew him.
- Raise your hands and don't move! - in a threatening tone, he gave the command to Matthew, searching Mario's clothes with his other hand, without removing the pistol. - Come in.
Mario found himself in Matthew's two-room house and, taking off his shoes in a narrow corridor, walked to the left into the hall, where Mario sat down at the table. Matthew closed the door and covered the windows with curtains, and returned to Mario.
- I understand who you are and why you are looking for him, it's because of the diamonds, right?
- No, that's not true, it's because of friends. He killed my friends.
- I understand you, Enzo killed my family too, how did you even get in touch with him?
- I once worked with him, my friends and I carried out his instructions, we ended up with stones and he killed my friends because of these stones.
- Not only them, he betrayed his other friends who wanted to buy stones from him. One is dead, the other will not soon be released from prison.
“I heard about this case on TV, Carl Johnson, right?
- Yes, he is, I personally knew him. This nigga, that boy, sorry to be sitting.
- Do you have information where to look for it? I want to find him and get it over with, I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Matthew chuckled.
“You don’t understand that you won’t get to him just like that, he is from an Italian family, you will have to fight against the whole clan, but I have a plan.
- I'm listening.
- We will get our friend Karl out, he has a bunch of garters on the outside and he will help us too.
- So how do we get him out of federal prison, out of surveillance?
- And you already have to work hard, what is your name?
- Mario, Mario Galliano.
- It will not be easy, very difficult, but it costs the lives of our departed friends.

To be continued ...
© Clod from LC, September 2016

Somehow I can read it at my leisure)
Yeah, there used to be a lot of people and stories in NT. There was some kind of mover, so to speak. Almost all whom I remember, I have not seen here for a long time.