Wolf Gegen Mann

He had wandered this earth so many times the ground was boring. Yet nothing truly beat Russia's cold climate. He loved back home in the mother land. Yet so many years in The City caused him to grow accustomed to it. He knew he had friends here. Yet friends don't make a living. He needed a job and he knew just the man to give it to him. Olaf would walk into the establishment and search its owner hoping for a job that would help keep him off the street and his stomach full with good meat.

~He sat behind the bar counter tweaking the angle on the cameras just enough to keep an eye on all patrons including those in the "private rooms" he yawned a little, it would still be a few hours before they were officially open, his eyes half closed, everything was done for the day and he was bored waiting for the day to start.

Olaf grinned when he saw Demetri. "Эй, Demetri! Вы имеете положение вышибалы, открытое для меня товарищ?" ("Hey, Demetri! You have a bouncer position open for me comrade?") The man would laugh and walk in farther to the club.

~He grinned as he looked up and locked eyes with the man~ that's a voice i haven't heard in a coon's age....

"Heh... I hear racism is frowned upon in this country, Comrade." Olaf would sit at the bar and laugh again. "So. Got a job for me? I mean you wouldn't chuck me to the streets would you?"

~He laughed and shook his head, eyes watching the visage of his old childhood friend, they'd been through times alright, most of those bear not being repeated....~ I think i could make arrangements....

Olaf would spin in his seat and laugh deep from his gut, "Alright then! Now to the next point of business... How are the girls? eh?" He'd laugh again, knowing he couldn't help but want to know about the girls.

~A grin pulled at his lips~ you think i would hire an ugly girl?

"You never know... I've seen you stare at worse..... but I guess that was after too much Vodka." He'd smile and spin around again in his seat. "Speaking of Vodka... Лейте меня несколько выстрелов." ("Pour me a few shots")

~He shook his head and grinned, poring a few shots for the both of them then sitting down in his own stool~ it feels good to have a place of my own....even if it is in leech country...

"Вы имеете проблему пиявки? Возможно мы можем воздействовать на это. Я не имею никакого контакта со старым пакетом, но кто нуждается в них? Мы были тем, что сделало ту работу пакета. Все остальные были только дополнительным ртом, чтобы кормить." ("You have a leech problem? Maybe we can work on that. I don't have any contact with the old pack but who needs them? We were what made that pack work. Everyone else was just an extra mouth to feed.") He'd laugh again, downing his shot. "So what girls do you have. Please... Tell me. I must know what I'm... 'Protecting.'" A grin wiped across his lips as he thought about women stripping.

~He shook his head and smiled a bit more~ The leeches keep to their own enough to let us be. As for who's working for us... ~He went on to describe a few lovely ladies to his male counterpart~ but don't get any ideas....

"Me? Ideas!? There isn't a thought left in this rabid brain of mine. I eat, I sleep, and maybe I get some fun. Leeches will learn to fear and respect us comrade. We made sure of that in the motherland." He couldn't help but be cocky. His grin was from ear to ear and the only thing between his teeth and the back of his head was a fantasy to be acted upon once the place opened and he could start his "job."

~His laugh was hearty but this was not the motherland. He knew that well with only the few days spent within the limits of the city. He shook his head~ you bring me too much trouble and you'll be out on your tail, brother.

"What? Brother? Now that's what I'm talking about. I bring you no trouble but my best efforts yet! We will be top of capitalism! Then no one can oppose us. Not even leeches could think ill of our kind, Brother!" That was it... He lost it. He had started on a rant that no bullet could derail him from. He was the man, the legend, and the disaster.