The Lonely God

Chapter 1

Nicolaï Andreew

- Boss today you were thirty years old, are you sure you don't go out to celebrate this?

With a sharpened eye I look my right arm that I took as a friend, today I am thirty years old like, the years pass quickly.

I get up from my seat and turn his back, dressed in black, I am charismatic, I have a large size, my body is filling with tattoos, its tattoos are significant for me, they relate my life, my story in prison.

Ah prison, it is a horrible and terrifying place but when you get used to it it becomes a breeze.

Each time when I close my eyes I see my parents again when I was little, I had a really beautiful childhood, I remember as if it was yesterday of the tragedy that had happened fifteen years ago, I was fifteen when my parents were murdered in front of me, this pain thatI was feeling since my fifteen years I have always felt it.

This day when my parents were killed, we were in the heart when we started by hearing shots, I was so paralyzed, quickly my parents hid me under the table, I breathed noisily in no time a man dressed all in black smashes the door, I can'tNever forget his bruising face filled with hatred, he was a truly cruel man, in their discussion I could remember that he wanted my mother and since the latter and my father had not accepted him he both murdered them.

He gave a bullet to everyone in his head, my parents returned the soul in front of me in a bloodbath.

I was helpless in the face of this cruelty, I was only fifteen, what could I do well? I couldn't hurt a fly.

We were a modest family, I studied and I was a very brilliant student, I also made small jobs to help my parents, I really liked her last but this manure spoiled everything.

After his departure, I got closer to my parents, I started to lament myself, my hands were filling with blood and I was crying abundantly, I was in my pain when the police landed and without looking for anything I was arrested by the authorities for a crime that I did not commit.

Since I had no money to find a lawyer, I was sentenced to a crime that I did not commit, I received a ten -year sentence.

My life was spoiled, this stranger has spoiled my life, I know nothing about him, only I have never forgotten his face, when I see him anywhere I could recognize him and this day I will make his life a hell on earth.

I will make him pay the assassination of my parents and the prison, all his years that I spent in prison he will pay me and that really very expensive.

For my beginnings in prison it had been so difficult to me, I was only a teenager and I had lost my parents it had been really too hard for me but the years that followed I fed on this hatred that I had for this unknown to transform myself into an ignoble being andI'm really proud of the one I have become now.

From now on I am a formidable mafia, before leaving prison I acquired enough competence in the fight, I developed several skills and I learned how to handle weapons and everything.

I forged myself psychologically and physically, I built myself, after my release from prison I started by selling drugs, cocaine little by little, by force of things, I quickly climbed, I became the most dangerous mafia, I am in whiteningSilver, in the sale of drugs, cocaine and also I have blood on my hands, yes let me tell you that you can never be in the world of the mafia without having blood blood on your hands, it is impossible.

I have chosen this life because I have nothing more to lose, I don't want to be with a woman, which has been why for five years I have lived at Troparevesky Forest Parc, she is a wild forest of Moscow in Russia.