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Meet Dmitri Ranskim, the boss of many illegal things such as prostitution, drug cartels, alcohol no longer allowed in the country and most recently, gambling rings and fight rings. However anything with animals he declines, finding animals to be much more loyal than humans, regardless of the species. His real name is Ronnie and Dmitri his middle name, but only those in his inner circle know that, since Ronnie's an embarrassing name for someone of his status. Recently he's grown irritable and distrustful of those in his inner circle, and everyone really. There's a leak someone in the chain, and he's determined to cut it out.

The man was sitting at what appeared to be a desk, the furniture out of place compared to the rest of the space, it seemed to luxurious, to plush, to high class, but Dmitri needed somewhere to work, boots on the paper scattered wood. In his hand was the falsified ledger of expenses, costs and profits of the 'legal' business he held. Always had to double check the numbers, one wrong number and the IRS would come visit, and if they discovered the rat-infested depths the donut eating cops would rear their pudgy little heads.

Eyes glanced beyond the papers at the footsteps, spotting Amros. he had such vivid blonde hair, it fascinated Dmitri, it truly did. It wasn't uncommon to see him, or any other member, to be strolling it, sometimes relaxed like Amros was, or high-strung. With a sigh he looked back at the numbers carefully, typing into a calculator which was located leaning up against his thigh. "What is it, Amros? Lounging about? I'm sure we have a lounge for that." Just like he was suppose to have a consigliere to do these finances. Sadly his brains were stained on the floor. Thought he was the leak. 'Parently he wasn't.

Those lists of possible leaks were one of the few papers on the polished desk.

"If you needed something to do you could have asked." he exhaled, watching the blonde carefully. Within the past few years this kid had risen up into the inner circle rather quickly, not impossible, but suspicious. Then again he'd been suspicious of the consigliere and that didn't change anything. it just made his floor messy. Shifting the papers out of reach he gave a crooked smile. "Yes, you'd be painting the floor just as the accountant did. But you were busy last night, you always seem busy on Wednesdays, you missed his killing. I thought he was our snitch. Now I've got a funeral to pay for and a family to apologize to." The ledger looked fine, though he had little time to actually focus on the ending as nimble fingers gently rolled into his shoulders. Honestly if Amros hadn't become a member he would sure as hell have become a prostitute.

Dmitri laughed, looking up just as the other rested his chin on him. "If you are so concerned about my sex life perhaps you should become a part of it, hm?" Out of all the men he could hit on, or tease in a rather homosexual manner, Amros was one of the few that seemed to tolerate it. He brought the hand to his lips, kissing Amros's knuckles before moving his chair back in hopes of hitting him. He always seemed to bounce away, maybe today it would actually land. "But if you want somethign to cure you of your boredome I do indeed have a job for you." he found a pink slip and held it out. "Pick up my dry cleaning, would you? It'll keep you from being so bored, hm?" and waved it at him a though he were a dog.

Truth be told the man wasn't going to trust anyone else with the numbers, not right now. He had some charts to go through as well, eliminate some people. No one could join if they had ties to the police or to lawyers, yet someone had slipped passed. Perhaps it was time for a full fledged beating. He missed his pipe-wrench. Guns just didn't seem to cut it anymore. "Be a dear? I'll pay you well~" He sang.

"You made a statement, Amros, not a question." Dmitri could feel the stress lift from his shoulders, neck turning into putty as he lowered his head. But he was still cautious, the closer others got the easier it was to kill him, you could never be to careful. "Perhaps I should tag along and see you pick up said hotties." he chuckled, giving a low groan as another kink was released from the muscle before swatting his hand away.

"I can be romantic you know. Even I can get us reservations at restaurants that take months to get into." he purred, smiling as the note was snatched from his fingers. "I'm glad you're a smart man. I'd hate to kill such lovely hands. And a lovely face, are you sure you're not girl turned guy?" he chuckled. Amros didn't look completely feminine, it was just the way his eyes were shaped. "Perhaps if I slid those pants off you I'd find out."

And like that the lithe back was turned to him. "Bye bye~!" he sang out, waving a farewell and pausing as the other turned, commenting on line twenty-three. The smile turned into a dark frown, hand moving to pick up the ledger page and look it over. Twenty-three, twenty-tree. "********." Came the small murmur as he sat back down to edit the rest of the page, thanking god he'd done everything in pencil first instead of pen.

Once that was through, a grueling ten minutes of editing and slamming his head against the desk he was back at the lists, taping everything to the wall, making sure everyone who walked in could see it. A giant banner saying who was in line next to be put on the chopping block and who had another day to live. Quite a few lower members were off the list, it was really those ranking third and up which were the most suspicious. His 2nd in command, was the third to know who was doing what and where, the first being the accountant dash consigliere who was currently dead. So from him, the 2nd in command, anyone under him, third ranking, oh, and his inner circle. "I nearly forgot about you."

everything was edited, those few in his inner circle now placed above his own image in a semi-circle, after all, they got their information from him and they wanted him dead. "Oh having a cute little cop on my side would be perfect for this." He mused, leaning against his desk and looking at the marvelous, chaos inducing creation. With this, he could easily find out who was loyal and who wasn't. "I wonder which cops are addressed to kill me, I'll have to find that out next." Having half the chess board wasn't fun. "Where's Amros, he's a smooth talker." and turned curiously at the doorway as though expecting him to pop in.

And he did pop in, just like that. Interesting little talent. "And you brought my dry cleaning! Such a loving wife." Black with navy-blue pinstripes and a matching hat, his favorite suit. It was slung over the back of the desk chair, looking at the multiple pictures, papers, notes and string linking people to people on the wall. "It's beautiful, isn't it! Who's next to be killed, who probably won't be killed, who is suspected, and look! Your beautiful face is on it! I made sure to get your good side though." It was Amros interrogating a civilian and looking rather scary while doing it. "This is what I've been up to. This grand scheme of who is and isn't loyal. I like to believe everyone is loyal, but some people have me suspicious."

He slinked an arm around the blonde's waist, hugging him nice and close while still leaning against the wood. "And you, my little blonde friend, are going to have a very important mission." He let go, stretching his cheeks as though Amros were a small child, and he was shorter, so it was easy. "You are going to go sway your little a** over to the police station and flirt around, see which cops are out for my head on a platter, hm? And take pictures, darling, and their names. We're going to make a grande game of this. It's been a year that someone has been leaking, I've taken in eight new members within that year, sixteen within the past two years and twenty-four within the past three." he explained, knowing full well that Amros had been within the past three.

"So after a year of letting them hunt me, it is time for me to hunt back." Bending down to nuzzle the other's cheek he whispered in the other's ear. "And gather everyone, we're going to have a meeting and let them see this glorious wall." and nipped at his earlobe and kissed his cheek, chuckling to himself as he looked at the wall. Chaos was wonderful, and now he police would be involved.

"But you've such a lovely face." He murmured, looking at the bigger picture. he could change a few things, some small edits, add at least two more people now that his ideas and links weren't scattered across numerous pages. "everyone is loyal until I catch them red-handed, Amros. You know that. Like a dog shitting on a rug they need to be punished." But he wouldn't beat a dog to death, they were such loving animals. "I'll be sure to remember it, but remember, if you leak any information your brains will paint my wall." he said in such a loving and caring tone it was almost horrifying. almost, Dmitri was never one to be scary while being threatening, it wasn't his thing. Being nice while being threatening got more people to listen to you, meant you were missing a few bolts in your head.

However at Amross's request he gave a disappointed sigh. "Fine, I'll stop calling you a girl, now you're a sexy woman." And winked at him, humming a little as the blonde said he might take him up on his offer. "Well I romance my women first before taking them to my bed. So you'll have time to change your mind." And before he could make another move the other had slipped out of his grasp. "I hear enough weird rumors, be safe!" he called, looking back at the wall. Kicking his chair over he stood on it, shifting some pictures and notes, getting down to grab a few more and posting them up. Now how would he put his speech.

He turned to the now empty room, arms wide. "My dearest family, you are all suspects in trying to kill me!" Yes, that was a perfect way to grab their attention. and smile, always remember to smile. Running a finger through his black hair he continued, walking back and forth in front of his desk, repeating lines and fixing them. He was happy, and he waited at his desk for the people to come in. The space was big enough for them all. For his entire family.

"This little bag, this little bag, sells between ninety and one hundred and fifty dollars, just for this small bag." In said bag was an 1/8th ounce of cocaine. "Good quality, already easily accessible for inhalation, digestion, and it even comes in a pretty pouch. Not to mention it's pure enough to make them want more." Red eyes looked over at Amros, watching him walk in, analyzing him. He was too pretty to sell drugs, so the bag was tossed back onto the desk. "At four, you say? Well I suppose it gives them time to digest their lunch, I know I've forgotten to eat. Perhaps I'll eat after this." And leaned back in his chair, shoes on the cleaned and organized desk. Looking down at the blonde he gave a bright smile. "So what did you learn? Do you have pictures? Were you a fabulous gay man?" And looked at him expectantly with a cocked eyebrow. On his lap, a very long, thin copper pipe normally used for plumbing.

"If you have pictures we can hook it up to the laptop and download them, print them, and add them to my wall! It will be beautiful." He spun in his chair, feet now on the floor as he looked again at the magnificent wall. Of course the accountant had a giant X over his image, dead, useless, not the suspect. "So little evidence, so many people to question. What should we have for a late lunch, Amros? Or do you feel like being romanced, hm?" and turned the chair to look down at him again.