Mafia and his Angel

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Andrei

After my gym session with my brother I go back to my room to unwind. My room is on the 1st floor, it has an ensuite bathroom and dressing room, with a sitting room and kitchenette attached to it. It's one of the bigger rooms when we first moved into the manor we all got a choice of room. I chose this one for the huge walk in shower. A lot of the rooms had huge jacuzzi baths but I was more interested in the huge walk in shower with its multiple shower heads. It also has a lovely kitchenette that I use when I don't want to socialise with the family. 

I strip out of my gym gear and head for my amazing shower. I turn on the multiple heads and walk under the spray. The hot water instantly washes away the dirt of the day. From the beating I saw to the gym workout where my brother pushed me hard. I grab my body wash and squirt some on my hands. I lather them up and quickly wash my body, then I grab the shampoo and wash my hair. I keep my hair long on top but short round the back and sides. I like the long hair put in a bun usually but sometimes i let it down. If I want to pick up a woman then I style it down and to the side, makes me look like one of these lumberjack types with my short beard and big muscles. 

I finish my shower and grab a towel from the warmer I installed in the bathroom, another luxury I needed in the bathroom. No one likes a cold towel when they get out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my waist and towel dry my hair. I quickly brush it and put it back into its bun. I sit down on my couch and rifle through the paperwork my dad gave me on John Peters. The papers are full of information and it's my job to find the right information so I know how to shake this guy and scare him into getting us the money. 

I throw the folder on the coffee table and walk into my dressing room. It's getting late so I doubt I'll be going out tonight so I grab some black sweatpants and an old tshirt. I pull on some black boxers and then my sweat pants. I pull my shirt over my head and go back to the couch. I send a quick text to Luka and Kostya to come up to my room. 

I get a knock on my door about 10 minutes later 

“Come in” I stay sitting on the couch, my cousin and brother come in and close the door.

“What’s up boss?” My brother always jokes around calling me boss. He's my youngest brother and there's a 13 year age gap between us. I’ve always had a soft spot for him and my baby sister. They were both shockers for my parents. They thought they were done with babies after Aleksi. Obviously not.

They both sit down in chairs in my living room, I hand them copies of the information I'd been given and they both look it over quickly. 

“So this is the next guy?” Luka asks flicking through the folder

“Yeah, John Peters. 45. Drug addict. He owes 10 grand.”

“That's a lot for a drug addict” Luka interjects

“Yeah he took a 8 grand loan out with us a few years back and has been paying us a few hundred every month but the last 6 months he's only made 2 payments. We need to remind him who he owes and get our money back.”

“How do you want us to handle it?” Kostya asks

“Luka, you will track him down and watch him figure out his patterns. I want to know everything you can find out about this guy. Kostya, you warn all the dealers that Peters has no more credit. Cut him off. He’s done until he’s paid us off” i close the folder i’m holding and put it down on the coffee table. 

“Yes boss” Kostya replies, i chuckle at his antics “I’ll send a mass text to them all tonight. He’ll be cut off in no time.” 

“Do I have to leave tonight or can I start tomorrow?” Luka whines at me, I think about his request. There's no reason for him to go tonight, I can let him take a break tonight. 

“Fine start tomorrow. I think Babushkas making Pelmeni tonight” my stomach growls at the thought of the meat filled dumplings. 

“Yes” Kostya jumps up from the couch. “Come on guys i don't want to miss out” he puts the folder on the table and rushes out the room. Me and luka look at each other and laugh. He's a sucker for food and a cheeky chappy.  

“Come on man, let's go eat” I slap Luka on the back, he follows me out of my room and closes the door behind himself. We walk down the stairs and follow our noses to the kitchen. 

We find Babushka at the stove with my sister next to her both talking in Russian. I smile at them, my sister is the baby of the family, we all speak Russian but my sister has perfected it and is now fluent and can converse with my Babushka in Russian all day. 

“Hey Irina, Babushka” i kiss them both on the cheek and take a seat at the counter “smells lovely in here ladies”

“Thanks bro, the rest of the guys are in the dining room. You can go join them. We’ll bring the food out” 

“Get Mischa to help, this is a lot of food to bring through” I reply, she nods at me and hands me a bottle of wine and a pitcher of water. I walk into the dining room and everyone is talking over each other, typical family dinner. I put the drinks in the centre of the table and take a seat next to my dad and brother Aleski.

I tune into the conversation my dad and brother are having

“Progress is slow but I'm positive we’ll have the easten side of the peaks in no time. Should only be another 6 months and we’ll be in.”

“Well done son. That's great news” my father responds. 

“No business talk” my Babushka scolds my father as she places his plate in front of him

“prosti mama” he replies, she kisses the top of his and then hands out more plates to all of us. 

The conversation dramatically changes when my Babushka sits at the table, we eat our food and stick to safe topics like sports, hobbies, music and food. We all learned a long time ago what topics kept her happy.

“moye ditya” my babushka turns to me, her stare is intense and it always makes me uncomfortable. She is a force to be reckoned with and always gets her way.

“Yes Babushka?” i ask

“When you bring nice girl home?” she asks, i feel the blood drain from my face. Damn it i thought i'd avoided all these questions

“What about the others Babushka, they haven't got partners either”

“You oldest, you set good example” she replies and gets up from the table “find nice girl. Make babies. Make me pra-prababushka” she clears the plates form the table and leaves the room. I look around the room for help but all i see are snickers and smirks

“Yeah Andrei, when are you bringing a girl home?” Kostya laughs at me. 

“Shut up or I'll tell Babushka about your lady friends. At the strip club” i smirk and that shuts him up

“You wouldn't dare?” he throws his napkin at me

“Try me” I glare at him then turn to look at all my siblings “remember I'm the eldest and I know all your secrets” I smirk at them all “all of them” I whisper. I feel a slap at the back of my head and swing round to retaliate when I notice it's my Babushka. I put my fist down quickly and smile at her

“prosti babushka” I smile at her, she curses me in Russian and goes back out. 

“She knows everything mal'chik, remember that.” my father gets up from the table and leaves the table probably to go sit in his office. I stay at the table and enjoy my time with my brothers and sister.