I walk to my bedroom, take off my clothes, and take a hot shower. Then, I pull on some black sweatpants and a T-shirt.
I feel my anger settle deep inside my soul; it's on a low simmer, and I know that I won't be happy until I kill the Svoloch'. I might be young, but I've been training my entire life. I was groomed to be Pakhan. I will make them pay. I'm lucky that Ivan is with me, he's been like a brat, trained along with me.
I walk into my closet to get to the safe room that’s located between the bathroom and closet. Nobody would ever know by looking in my room. I press a button hidden in the built-in cabinet. It pops open, and I walk into the safe room. I close it and look for the journal and letter.
Ivan doesn't know, so now is a good time to take a quick look because I need to know what the fuck is going on. Pakhan always wrote daily reports on key issues, sort of like a dairy. So, I need to look at his last journal and the letter. Da, Dedushka said to read the letter.
The letter is on the desk, and the journal is next to it. Several journals are stacked in the left corner. I scrub my face, closing my eyes. I inhale deeply and swallow to get rid of the knot in my throat.
I open my eyes, grab the letter, and I stare at the folded letter, and it's fucking insane. Sure, the safe room is safe, yeah, but leaving fucking evidence around on paper is stupid. But then, the PC's can be hacked. Okay, damn if you do, and damn if you don't.
I unfold the letter, spreading it out and removing the creases. I blink several times to clear my eyes and start reading it.
Lev,
I know that you're reading this letter because I'm gone. It also means that I was taken out, a coup, and it's fucking unforgivable. I'm positive that my Obshchak Balakin did it. Emil Balakin has always been furious and jealous that he didn't get the Bratva. As you know, the previous Pakhan Denis didn't have an heir, so he elected me instead of Balakin to be Pakhan.
It's the nature of men always to covet what others have and seek more money and power. It doesn't matter how well you treat them or how much money they earn; men want more.
Lev, always remember to question and do not trust, not even your shadow. Obviously, I forgot to do so, even though I knew that he was a traitorous suka.
Lev, seek out my Brigadier Varkov. He's trustworthy and can inform you of Balakin's plans. He will also provide soldiers and help in any way.
Be careful and safe; this is a war. Show no mercy, don't back down, and attack with all your might.
I have so much to say, but the most important thing is that you're my son, my pride and joy.
Lev, forgive me for not telling you about your Brats. I need you to meet them, go to their home. They live with their Mama Polina Belov, a good woman who gave me solace when your Mama passed.
Your Brats Czar and Anatoly Kravtsov were trained intensely as you, and they know and love you because that's what I taught them. They're twins, and they're a year younger than you.
Please do not be pissed or feel slighted because I thought it was best to keep you apart. Please do not take it out on your Brats; it was my decision. I didn't want you furious knowing that they lived here in New York and you were living in Russia. Nor for you to feel abandoned because it's not the case. I wanted to protect you and your Brats from the Bratva.
Lev, I'm at peace knowing that I made the best decision by keeping all three of you concealed from Bratva. Bratva knows about you but does not know about your Brats. Bratva doesn't know the details of your life or how you look; therefore, I feel confident that it's keeping you alive because I know that my enemies would have killed you a long time ago. It's the best decision I have ever made to have you live in Russia with Dedushka.
Now, you're a man, lethal and strong. You will be a great Pakhan.
Look at my journals to learn what the fuck was happening, and the information will help you plan your attack. There are also files on your Brats with details, photos, and videos so you can get to know them prior to meeting them.
I left a file on all of the properties, bank statements, and everything in your name. Your Brats have bank accounts and properties in their names. I separated the money and property evenly, but you had additional since you're Pakhan.
Lev, please, I need you to make your Brats your two spies. Czar to be your Sovietnik, your support group. He's trained to be your right-hand, close adviser, and strategist.
Anatoly will be your Obshchak, the security group. He's perfect because he's brilliant in IT, security, and communications.
You three are my pride, joy, and greatest treasure!
The suka who did the coup doesn't have a clue that he doesn't have the Bratva; you do. He can't take over the Kravtsov Bratva properties nor money. He's about to find out, and then he will be out to get you.
I'm positive that you're the new Pakhan. So, remember to roar like the king, the Pakhan that you are. Dedushka and I trained you for all possibilities in the lifestyle of the Bratva. I know that you're ready.
Do not falter, and remember our motto.
Kill or be killed.
I pray that you did make it out of Russia.
Get ready and take back your birthright, the Kravtsov Bratva.
