Name: Alexi Oyan
Health: 100/100
Status: Excited
Age: 41
Location: Novgorod, Russia
Looks: A little paler than tan, short jet black hair in an up and forward style, stubby goatee, black suit, red tie, aviators.
Group: Criminals
Weapon: Walther P99
Skills: Manipulation, leadership.
I sit and watch the ramp boys fuel my Gulfstream 550. "Excited to see your daughter, Alexi?" I look over at my lieutenant and smile, "Da. It's her first time alone. She's going to make her grandfather proud. I think about my dad, who is vacationing in Stockholm. I sip some iced tea and wait for the plane to be fueled and the cargo to be brought aboard. All of a sudden, another Lieutenant jogs up to me with a phone. "Alexi! I-it's Gol..." "Ah, good man, let me talk to him." I listen and listen and suddenly my eyes open wide and the cell phone slips out of my hand, breaking on the Tarmac. I face away from the lieutenants and put my hands on my head as if I had a cramp. "Alexi, whats-?" I put my hand up and turn around, my eyes red filled with tears. "She's dead." They look at me with pity in their faces. A man with a reflective vest walks up, "Sir, the plane's ready when you are." "Board." I mumble and walk off to join them on the airplane.
