Yap! The stories about Russian mafia is so truth! Yesterday night I got myself in a blockbuster style of trouble!
So I as usual I went to the clubs and it was all fun and crazy. I got drunk and decided to go home in the morning.
I'm going outside, catching a car and starting my ride home. And suddenly, out of nowhere two Bentley cars start to follow me, then they, surround car and make the driver stop it!!! Two big guys coming to me and ask me to leave the car and have a talk with them. Ofcors I'm staying in the car and telling driver to push a fucking gas pedal! But al he do is just keep saying - "I don't want any trouble! I don't want any trouble!"
So the guys open my dore and making me leave my car and go to there's...
Lucky for me it appears that the main maffia guy just really wanted to take me for a breakfast, witch he did. And while we were talking he also told me that he would love to invest money in my business and if I need any protection I should just call him or mention his name... (I don't really think I want take money from him=) Then they catch me a cab and send me home...
So here is another fucked up storry of my life!
Welcome to Moscow=)
