Antagonist's back story
|Leonid Oblonsky pushed open the door like it was his right. A heavy set guy was busy mopping the dance floor. He looked up, expecting trouble. "We're not open, mate."
"I want see bossman." Leonid pushed aside a chair to show he meant business.
"The boss don't see no one." The guy tried to bar Leonid's way. Leonid grabbed the front of his shirt and kneed him in the groin.
"Now I see boss." He pushed past the guy, who was bent over, holding his balls. A door marked 'Private' was ahead. Another hulk came through that door to see what was going on. He found himself on the wrong side of the bar seconds later.
Leonid shoved the door wide to come face to face with the barrel of a gun. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" The hand holding the gun belonged to Sylvester Jones, a little man in stature, but a giant in the underworld.
"You need girls, I have girls; we do deal?" Sylvester put the gun down on the desk, still close enough to grab if necessary.
"Okay, talk. How many and how much?" He was certainly in the market if the price was right.
"How many you want?" Leonid knew he had a ready supply in the Ukraine. Parents with nothing were only too happy to sell their daughters, no questions asked. And he had the supply route already sussed.
"And you got past Johnny and Big Joe. I think you could be useful. We talk girls, but first we talk about a few people who owe me. Ten percent on everything you collect."
"Just tell me where and when. And I take fifteen percent, okay." In a blink of the eye, the gun was in his hand. He emptied the magazine. Then he pistol whipped Jones. "Nobody points gun at me, got it."
Jones wiped the blood from his lip and righted himself. "Okay, got it."