5 Head Arslan

- Vitya, start the car, let's go to the office. Pasha, Dimon is arriving from Berlin today, everything went well, we're signing the docks, and the products are going for export.

Pasha looked at me strangely and inquired:

- What do you mean, we're signing a contract?

- I don't get it, Pash, are you having doubts?

- No, of course not. I didn't hear that Dimon was on a contracted business trip.

- I didn't know I should have consulted you.

Pasha changed the subject:

- Ars, what about the hotel construction project?

- Okay, yeah. We need to call Zvonaryov at the mayor's office. - We got into the car, Vitya drove smoothly out of the factory. Pulled out my smartphone, dialing the mayor:

- Hello, Mikhail Mikhailovich, good afternoon, Muradov is calling.

- Good morning, Arslan Valiyevich.

- I'm on a hotel project, on Herzen.

- Yes, Arslan Valiyevich, I understand, the documents are ready.

- Great, I'll send my assistant over the other day.

He said goodbye to the mayor and fought back.

Hmmm, chuckled, and it couldn't be otherwise, I always get what I want by any means necessary.

Zvonaryov can't refuse me, I gave him no choice. Besides, the girl he fucks twice a week, I put him up to it, but he doesn't need to know about it, I smile inwardly while .....

- Pasha, what about security, is there an opening at the club tonight?

- Everything's under control, Ars.

- All right. Uh-huh. Okay, I'm waiting for Dima at my place. I got two more meetings. You want to hit the gym before the club tonight, get some exercise?

- I could use a little exercise.

- It's a deal.

- Arslan Valiyevich, Dmitry Viktorovich is here to see you. - The secretary's voice cut the silence of my office.

- Call, Lena, and two coffees.

I stand up, greet each other with a handshake and a pat on the shoulder.

- Hey, Ars!

- Hey, Dimich!

Dimych and I have been together since we were young. I was 14 years old when my parents died in a car accident and the social workers wanted to put me in an orphanage because I had no relatives.

I ran away and wandered around abandoned places, earning money here and there, sometimes going on "gop-stops" when I had nothing to eat. A guy caught me once when I was making my way from another "gopstop", and a kid helped me fight off the guy. We made a run for it together. That's how I met Dimon, as it turned out, he was an orphanage kid who had run away for the third time, and so we became friends together.

It's enough shit to last a lifetime.

Dimon is my friend, I trust him.

- Come on, sit down, tell me how our Berlin comrades are doing, how long did they break down?

- Not really, I can be persuasive, plus my charm...

Ha-ha-ha-ha !!! - I laughed out loud. I thought your charm only extended to girls?

Lena comes in and puts coffee in front of us. Dima stares at my secretary's uniform and walks her to the door, undressing her with his gaze.

- Ars, tell me, are you fucking your secretary?

- I don't get it, you just got back from a business trip, so your charm didn't extend to the Nemochekas?

- You didn't answer the question?

- I don't fuck anyone at work, I want employees who are clear in their duties.

- Fuck, Ars, you saw her ass, how can you resist? I'd fuck her!

- All right, leave my secretary alone. Let's get down to business. When do we sign the Berlin papers?

- Within a month, six months later the first delivery.

- Okay. Also, Dim, tomorrow you'll pick up the construction dossiers for the hotel at city hall, and I'll give you the green light, but keep me informed on the development.

- All right, Bro, you got it.

- That's it, Dimych, you're free.