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A tense silence ensues, the ball now squarely in their court. After what feels like an eternity, Andrei nods slowly. "Your loyalty is clear, Samuil. We'll always need men like you. Especially in these trying times."
Sandra smiles thinly. "Loyalty is the backbone of the Bratva. If you're willing to commit to this idea, so are we."
The room's atmosphere is electric, charged. "We're thinking about America," I say, drawing their interest immediately. "There's opportunity there, untouched territory. We've been dominant here; it's time to stretch our wings, mark new territories."
Andrei arches an eyebrow, the weight of my words sinking in. "That's ambitious," he remarks cautiously.
"Ana and I have discussed it at length. We know the risks and the challenges." I pause, watching Andrei's face, seeking any sign of approval or disapproval. "But we're ready and willing."
Sandra's eyes glitter with interest, maybe even admiration. "You always had the fire, Samuil. To want more, to be more. Starting your own empire sounds just like you."
"It won't be easy," Andrei warns, his voice heavy with caution. "America is a different playing field."
I nod. "I know. But the Bratva has always adapted, always evolved. I believe we can make this work."
The room grows silent as Andrei and Sandra exchange glances. "We'll need a moment," Andrei finally says.
"Of course." I step outside, leaving them to discuss.
Walking to the bar, I order a stiff drink. Waiting for a decision is always the worst part, the uncertainty. As I'm sipping my whiskey, my phone buzzes. It's a text from Ana.
Can't wait for tonight. Dressing up or casual?
A smile forms on my face.Your choice. Though I never say no to seeing you dressed to the nines.
Flattery will get you everywhere. Be prepared for a surprise then.
I chuckle.Always am when it comes to you.
A warmth spreads through me. But a tension knots in my gut along with it, reminding me of the other significant thing planned for tonight. Something even bigger than discussing Bratva plans. I push the thought away. One thing at a time.
My whiskey is nearly drained when Andrei's voice rings out. "Samuil, let's continue." I down the last sip and make my way back. Whatever their decision, I'm ready.
The weight in the room is palpable as I retake my seat, feeling the pressure from Andrei and Sandra's combined gaze. Their expressions are inscrutable, faces painted with practiced neutrality.
"You've always been ambitious, Samuil," Andrei begins, the tone of his voice low and measured. Every word he says raises my curiosity, the wait unbearable.
"However," Sandra continues, her eyes fixed on mine, "sometimes ambition isn't enough."
My stomach clenches. It feels like I'm watching my future slip away. I knew this was a gamble, but I hadn't anticipated how hard it would hit me if it didn't pay off.
"But," Andrei says with a hint of a smile, "it's not just about ambition. It's about proving oneself."
Sandra nods in agreement. "Your handling of the Radu operation, it was masterful. You showed skill, strategy, leadership, and raw determination. It wasn't just a success; it was a statement."
Andrei leans forward, placing his palms on the table. "We've been discussing an expansion for some time now. New York City, to be precise. It's tough ground, but we think you're up to the task."
My heart thuds heavily in my chest. "You mean—"
Sandra smirks, "We're giving you the green light. The Big Apple is yours. Consider it a promotion of sorts."
Andrei chuckles, "Make us proud."
It's rare for me to be caught off guard, but this? I hadn't expected such an outcome. For a moment, I'm uncharacteristically speechless. "Thank you," is all I manage to say, the weight of the responsibility, the trust they're placing in me, settling heavily on my shoulders.
As I leave the room, my stride more confident than when I entered, I can't help but feel on top of the world. New challenges, new horizons, and a future ripe with promise. I can't wait to share the news with Ana.
The city that never sleeps better be ready for us.
