The Kargov Mafia

Introduction

A group created by Angry Biker, the Kargov Mafia is...a mafia. Consisting mainly of Russians, this group robs stores, kidnapps officials, hijacks imports, infiltrates other groups..etc. Although this may sound as if it has to be highly monitored, the group is lead by two Administrators, one full and one sub, and consists of people capable of good roleplay.

Backstory

I found this diary near my safe haven. I call it my safe haven, because there nothing can hurt me. Not my family (who I think died), not any gangsters, and most importantly... not me. The diary has thick covers, black, with the edges cut and taped, lest one scraps their skin across it. The cover has a name, though its scratched out, obviously belonged to a girl. I can tell by the ending letters, 'ntha'. I have found somewhere where I can be me. No pain for me anymore, no suffering for me. Just peace. I think, though, that the people of the neighborhood have been mocking me. I spoke to some man, seemed important, with the English letters: ‘MAYOR’ written on his shoulder. I ran off, when they started forming around me. Crowds frighten me.

I woke up, as the echoes of gunfire rang out, and the heat of fires felt like they were searing my clothes. I put my hands over my eyes and yelled. No one came to my aid. I fell out of my bed, crawled a few feet, and at my hands was blood. I looked up from the floor, seeing the bodies of dead men and women, straining to see them through the smoke and dust: My family. My friends. I put my hand onto the pool of blood, soaked my skin with its eerily gentleness, and gave it a small taste, just to see if it was real. …It was.

I sat in my safe haven again, writing and thinking, when a man came up to me. He asked me my name, which I understood from his sign language, and my little knowledge of English. I think he might like me. I don't know. I hope he does... kinda'. Maybe he was making fun of me. He said his name was two different things. I can't spell them. But what I do know is, the first words I learn are 'I want you to help me with a very important task'. A lot more people showed up though, that scared me. I will call this man Reznov. No, that's not American. Josh. That's better.

I ran as fast as I could, stumbling over the many bodies that lay, tarnished with bullets and burns, slipping on the blood, which seemed to cover the floor. I ran outside, and turned to look at the building. It was half-engulfed in flames, and even though the rain poured down, it could not stop the burning. I ran further way, settling underneath a bridge. The rain soaked my clothes, and the wind hit my face. Cold started to set in. I shivered, but closed my eyes tightly, and clinged to the ground. I fell asleep.

That same man…Josh, came and found me later. He said something about a “gathering of nasty people”, as I understand it. He invited me to go…but I can’t think why he wants me to meet nasty people. Anyway, I went with him. I do not know why he said it was a bad place. It was a gigantic house, and there were loads of important-looking people there. One of them, the biggest and roundest, came to me. And he said “Josh recommends you…” then, as suddenly as he arrived, he left.

For some reason, and I don’t like to think why, somebody shot that nice, big, man, and Josh said he was the head of everything now. I was happy for him; he had helped me with my English and been a good friend with everything. I can talk to other people now, but I still prefer doing it with Josh. He doesn’t mind me calling him Josh, but he said his real name was Gary.

Today, Josh said he’d be teaching me how to use a gun. He put me in a long, black car and we drove off to a factory or warehouse…something. Josh pulled me out, and handed me a small looking weapon. I thought it was a pistol. “Now, if you see anyone in red and blue colours, shoot them.” It hadn’t occurred to me we’d be training with real people, but I thought it was nice of them to help out. “So...these are fake bullet, then?” I asked, in my heavy Russian-English accent. He sighed, and slowly announced “Yes…they are.”

I beamed with excitement, walking up to the door. Josh told me to go in when he kicked the door down. It was all very realistic, and I was happy because it was all for my training. At least, I thought so. It was just me, Josh, and two others after all. A loud clang echoed into the building as the door kicked down, and I went in. It all seemed empty, first. Then a man with a red cap and a blue T-Shirt appeared at a corner, so I fired my pistol, as I was told. What surprised me as I was firing was that it was shooting many bullets without me pulling the trigger again…I didn’t know that’s what a pistol was.

It seemed, as soon as I started firing, a large splatter of red engulfed the man, and he must have fallen, because when it went away he wasn’t standing anymore…and the red was on the wall. All was silent…and I took a step forward, Josh at my side and the other two men at the opposite end of the room. It was the first time I noticed it, but Josh had a bracelet with the insignia “Kargov” on it. I thought it was nice.

The peaceful-ness was not long-lasting, as moments later a few more men in the red and blue appeared, from behind desks, from a staircase…they just popped from the ground. The shooting erupted and all was chaotic oblivion. Suddenly, one of the other two men who came with us was also engulfed in red, and he too was lying on the ground. Dead.

I realized then, these were real bullets. I felt like crying, but I couldn’t for the life of me…literally. I fired in one direction and I fired in another, I just shot and reloaded, I did not aim. I moved forward, and I moved backward. It was hard to see with all the weapons fire. Moments passed, it could have been minutes, hours, days. I didn’t care. I caught my breath, and all was silent. I looked around me, I could not see Josh. One of the two other men with us had survived…he came over to me, and nodded in direction of the open doorway, quietly.

I looked, expecting to see more red and blue. But instead, I saw Josh. Josh wasn’t standing, he was lying down, and he had a pool of blood around him. I feared the worst, and sprinted toward him across the warehouse floor, almost slipping on bullet shells and magazine casings. His eyes were open, and he was breathing, ever so slightly. I tugged at his chest, panicking “Josh, Josh you’re alive!” He forced a weak smile “Yeh…I am.” I wanted to hug him, but he was dieing, I could see it. “I want — you to take my place.” He continued to smile, although it was lifeless. I didn’t know what he meant…he had never told me about his “place”. The other man came over, and Josh stared at him, and back to me, then his head swung back, away from me and the man. He died. So now I sit in my safe haven again, two months later. The other man, whose name is Freddy, he helped me a whole lot. I run the Kargov Mafia now. I wear a gold bracelet on my right arm. Freddy still keeps me right; he’s like…an advisor. There are others too, other good friends of mine, but now I like him best. He understands me just as Josh did.

Everyday I clasp this bracelet, and a tear always manages to slip down my face. It doesn’t seem all that well explained from what you can see here, but he taught me so much, and he understood me like nobody else. It cannot be explained in words…I still hope someone reads this someday, as long as they can understand…kinda’.

By Swift

Members

Boss: Leader of the Mafia

• [BB] Angry
  

Underboss/Advisor: Second in command, and the person who advises the boss when he is in need of help

• Freddy Ivanovich (Clive)
  

Enforcer: These guys are in charge of the soldiers, they find the best way to do what the underboss has ordered

• Nykke Rawr
• John M Stanson
  

Soldiers: Foot soldiers, they do most of the dirty work

• Whitefang
• Swift
• Orbie (Viktor Bout)

Associate: Friends of the mafia(not technicly in the mafia, but you still have to go trough this rank to work your way up)

• Phobo

Allies and Enemies

Allies

• Will not be disclosed

Enemies

• Will not be disclosed

Applications

If you wish to join The Kargov Mafia, you can Private Message Angry over the forums, or if you seem like a worthy candidate they may contact you in game.

The Spray

Unofficial just yet, but I decided to add it anyway. It is a simple spray with the words "The Kargov Mafia" and the soviet Hammer and Sickle included. Click Here to download

Installation Instructions:

Just import the .tga to your garrysmod. This spray has been tested and does work.

By Swift