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Me and my Uncle

       'Wait here.' Boris told his driver as he got out of his Cadillac. There was a light mist in the air as he got out in front of the 50's truck stop diner that Luis had insisted they have their meeting at. There were old  gas pumps in the front that said, 'Fillin' station,' and large glass windows that looked out to the outside.          He pulled out a smoke from his pack of cigarettes and lit it with a match, standing slightly to the side of the main entrance.           There were two things he liked about having a driver, one, he  didn't have to drive, and 2 he could  drink as much as he wanted and not worry about driving. He'd learned that lesson the hard way in America, then another when he'd tried to give the cop who had pulled him over a 50 to make it all go away.                They don't do that here, he thought to himself cynically, here the bribes done by the millions and billions from lobbying groups to big Politicians, however a

Walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone

    The Russian put out his cigarette on the street and stepped back into his running heated car. He felt exposed in this neighborhood, watching this house were very little seemed to go on. It also felt like a massive waste of time on Anatoly's part. After all, they gotten what they wanted- the club. A place to base their operations, bring in their women, sell their drugs. Why not just wipe them all out? That was how the Russian felt. The longer they were alive the more angry and resentful they would become, thus more of a threat.             He looked at the clock on his car's dashboard, it was fifteen minutes after 3, where the hell was this guy? They worked in shifts, 7-3, 3-11, sometimes someone on overnight but not always. However usually his relief would have called or tapped on his door by now.          It was all so stupid, in the Russian's mind. Anatoly had them watching the mobster's houses because he wanted leverage over them if they should try to do somethin