Contract Number 5678 – Timur Makarovich

Contract Number 5678 – Timur Makarovich

It’s rainy night and the dirty streets of the city are crowded. The buildings in the surrounding are either tall clean workplaces or still in construction. A man in a brown leather coat and a brown hat seems to be in a hurry and squeezes his way through the mass. He starts to slow down as he arrives in front of one of the tower still in construction. He turns right to a less crowded street after the building, where two tall and muscular men are waiting in front of the entry of the abandoned construction site.

“босс ждет, Иван. (The boss is waiting, Ivan)” said one of the guards in Russian.

“Прости, Прости. (Sorry, sorry)” responded Ivan.

The two strong men let the man pass through and followed him in the building. As he entered the building Ivan took off his hat and opened his coat to dry it off. He went up the stairs for two floors, there an old man was sitting in a chair surrounded by four goliath-like men.

“Ivan! What took you so long?” exclaimed the man in the chair still in Russian.

“I’m so sorry boss, but the cops were after me.” responded Ivan with a stressed voice.

“Did they follow you?”

“I don’t think so, but I think that they are close to find out where we’ve been hiding”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of them.” he light up a cigarette and starts to smoke it “What intel do you have on that assassin that Alexei hired to kill me?” he asked.

“Well I just got the name, Adatiel.” answered Ivan.

As he said the name, the old man in the chair choked on the smoke of the cig.

“Блядь! Secure the area!” yelled the old man at his bodyguards, “Hurry!”

The henchmen looked at him confused.

“Are you all deaf?! Get ready to fight!”

Immediately after, two of the bodyguards ran towards the edge of the room towards the future windows and took out guns from their coats, two other took out Uzi guns and aimed for the stairs, one of the guards and Ivan got close to the old man and also took out their guns and aimed for the stairs, finally one of the guards advanced slowly toward the stairs. He stops. The sound of footsteps could be heard in the dead  of the night, even the rain seemed to have stopped. The noise was getting closer, closer and closer.

“Boris, get him” said Ivan quietly

Boris, the guard, started to walk again in the direction of the stairs, slowly, little by little. As he arrived at the top of the stairs he stopped. A gunshot fired. Boris’s head started to bleed and he fell down the staircase.

“Boris!!” shouted Ivan.

“Keep your positions!!” the old man commended.

The footstep got closer and closer. A man appeared slowly as he arrived at the top of the stairways. With a calm voice the man said:

“Timur Makarovich, boss of the Russian mob, I’m here to kill you.”

“And you must be the infamous Adatiel” reacted Timur in English with a rather strong Russian accent.

        “Indeed I am.”

Adatiel was a young looking light blue eyed man with short black hair. He was wearing a long black coat, big boots and fingerless gloves. Around his waist he had an old like knife attached to his belt. When he was around 3 meters away from the staircase he stopped.

        “Why?” Asked Makarovich.

        “I have nothing against you personally, I have been paid by Alexei to dispose of you.” Replied Adatiel.

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