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Morozov is a big name around here.
When I chose to come to New York, I was fully aware that they’re an essential part of the Bratva. I just didn’t know how essential.
Turns out, they’re pillars of the entire organization and hold a prestigious position of power at the top. The demonstration of said power manifests itself in the sheer number of people who are attending the funeral, including the Pakhan.
It’s been three days since Roman Morozov’s death, and during this time of ‘grief,’ Kirill has been going out to meet people and making phone calls.
His father hadn’t yet been buried and he was already rekindling old relationships and basically crowning himself as the new leader.
I’ve been standing in the shadows while Kirill and his family members accept condolences. All except for Karina.
I saw her dressed in a black dress earlier, and her mother attempted to force her to come downstairs, but the girl literally ran to her room and locked the door.
No one has seen her since, and I

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