Page 3 of Czar
“Hey,” Anatoly hums.
“Let’s go,” Ivan says.
“Right,” I say.
Ivan walks to the glass door and into the elevator. He enters his code, and the doors open.
It takes us a couple of minutes to get up to the apartment. We walk inside, and Lev walks up to us, smiling. He has the same cobalt blue eyes as we do, our Otets eyes. My chest tightens, and I feel happy that he made it out of Russia.
“Hey, I’m glad to meet you. Pakhan told me all about you two,” Lev says.
He greets us the Russian way with hugs and kisses on the cheeks. I can’t help but smile and greet him with a hug.
“Hell, yes. I’m thrilled to meet you,” I hum, greeting him the Russian way.
“Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Brat,” Anatoly says, greeting him.
I step back and look at my Brat.
“Brats, did Ivan introduce himself,” Lev asks, raising his brows at him.
“Da, I did,” Ivan hisses, curling up his upper lip.
“Da, we also know of him from Pakhan,” I say, nodding.
“Da. Brats, do you have the information on Pakhan’s assassination, the coup,” Lev asks, resting his hands on his waist.
“Not much since Pakhan kept us away from the Bratva. But Pakhan did mention Obshchak Emil Balakin was causing issues, always going against his orders,” Anatoly says, crossing his arms, rocking on his heels.
“We don’t, and it fucking sucks. They butchered our Pakhan and scattered his body along Brighton Beach. It was a fucking clear message to the Russian community; the Little community is on edge; they’re waiting for the bloodbath,” I growl, raising my brows.
“Da, I’m going to kill the svoloch’! I know that the fucker is hiding in the shadows. I’m sure that the police won’t do a damn thing since they’re in his pocket,” Lev snarls, grinding his molars.
“Da, I haven’t heard a damn thing in the dark underworld web. It’s been silent, and our informants haven’t heard anything,” Anatoly says, shaking his head.
“I hate that we were not there to protect him,” I say in a low, gruff voice.
My throat closes up, making it hard to speak. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, and swallow the knot in my throat.
Lev stares at us and then scrubs his face, shaking his head.
I run my fingers through my long hair, pulling off my hair tie. I gather my hair and tie it up.
“I need a drink. Brats, would you like to drink some Vodka,” Lev asks, raising his brow.
“Da,” I say, nodding.
“Yes,” Anatoly says.
Lev looks at Ivan, raising his brow.
“I’ll get the Vodka and glasses,” Ivan hums, walking to the bar in the corner of the room.
“Brats, do you know anything about Varkov, the Brigadier? Is he trustworthy? Pakhan said that he was,” Lev says, looking at us.
“Da, that’s what he told us,” I say, nodding.
“Pakhan said that he told us everything that he told you,” Anatoly says, gathering his brows.
