Plotted starter for @stcrryknights
The car ride from JFK to Hell’s Kitchen is annoyingly stilted, indeed, not once, but twice, Igor has found himself forced to tell his driver Sarkis to stay in the car, rather than leave the vehicle and deal with disrespectful taxi drivers. Sarkis is a large man, huge in fact and Igor’s quite convinced that one punch is all it would take to put most of these New Yorker’s straight into a coma; the last thing he needs when he’s arrived in this city to depose a King.
Slipping his phone out of his pocket, Igor looks over the dossier details one more time.
Anatoly and Vladimir Ranskahov - former Bratva members, who successfully escaped from Utkin prison after serving only 3 years of their sentences. Following their incarceration, they had fled to America, eventually settling in New York to begin undertaking criminal work for Wilson Fisk - the man who is the real target here and the only reason the brothers aren’t being executed for deserting Bratva.
Fisk is a powerful man, one who has began bringing together various criminal factions in an attempted power grab. Indeed, he has even been successful in recruiting many Bratva members, which is exactly why Bortsov has been sent here from Russia; to deal with a man the organisation has decided is more of a threat than he is asset. A simple assassination however is not an option; it would spread too much suspicion among the various criminal organisations and would ultimately leave a power vacuum that many might feel tempted to fill. No; better to take down the man’s operation from the inside and allow it to fail on what appears to be its own merit, or lack of, as the case may be and that, of course, is where Anatoly and Vladimir come in.
Alighting outside a factory near the Hudson River, Igor waits with Nicholai as Sarkis parks the car. Nicholai, unlike Sarkis, is a quiet sort with a steely gaze; a killer that possesses more stealth than strength, though admittedly Igor is quite capable of taking care of himself and is similarly well armed.
Rapping hard on the metal gate with a meaty fist, Sarkis stands back to take his place beside the boss, to wait for an answer as Igor lights a fresh cigarette and tries to ignore the taste of the air here, which due to their current proximity to the river, smells a lot like seaweed and hot garbage.