“Yes, Boss.”
I turn my gaze to the other men around the table. “I don’t want any more problems with the Russians. Next week, I’m meeting Roman Petrov to assure him we will keep the truce the Bratva agreed to with Giuseppe. Petrov let the fuckup that Bruno created slide because he knew Scardoni’s deal was outside the official channels. But he won’t do it again.” I look at Francesco. “How much money did we lose during the three-month war with the Russians earlier this year?”
“If we include the infrastructure damaged or lost, a little over seven million,” he says.
I curse. “No more quarrels with the Russians. Unless you want to see one of your daughters or sisters married off to the Bratva.”
After everybody nods, I rise from the table. “That’s all.”
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