Chapter Fourty-Five:His Place In His Life.

"Until when do we have to wait?" Igor Petrov, second in command to Vladimir Petrov, the leader of the 'Black Shield' the Russian Mafia, asked his brother, whose back was facing him all these while, while he was facing the busy night of the city they were in that wasn't home.

Igor was asking him a question which was about the reason, everyone was here in their enemy's territory.

"Our insider says they haven't made any move yet, which means they don't know we are here yet." He added, coming closer to bang his hand down on Vladimir's table when it seemed like he was talking to himself, since he hasn't said a word yet.

"Patience, Igor." Vladimir growled, he might be his brother but he should know when to stand down because he was talking to his boss.

Igor scoffed, " There is no time for patience, brother." He overstepped his boundaries, and before one could say jack Robinson, Vladimir had a gun raised to his temple, while grabbing his collar.