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The sleek silver car twisted its way through the streets of the city. An Audi R8. A fine, beautiful, elegant German model. You'd have to be pretty wealthy to proudly drive around in an R8. And the man at the helm certainly was. Ivan Aleksandrovich Kulya. Arms dealer. Ukranian national. Top of the line weapons provider. If you want it, he could get it. It just so happened that Ivan was driving past the ornate library. It reminded him of the Kiev cityscape, with its old, beautiful buildings. Ivan had no deals to set up at that moment, so he thought it would be nice to ponder over some literature. Despite residing in the US for over fifteen years, he had not fully grasped English as a language. Reading books helped him get a better grip on the language.

Ivan parked his car up behind the library and entered. He was not necessarily a largely sized man, but he created a sense of impact and massiveness. The young female librarian squirmed in her seat and the library cop watched him with a suspicious eye as he asked where the classical novels were kept. He grabbed an intriguing title off the shelf and sat down at a nearby table in the quieter section of the library. It was then he heard quite a distinctive voice. It wasn't that Ivan recognised it, it just sounded.... Odd.

The voice sounded rather brutish and immature. Then he heard a voice that was actually familiar to him. It was the voice of Rebecca Valentine, the Don of the valentine crime family. Ivan had done dealings with her in the past. Nothing major, just a couple of firearms. They were clearly discussing some sort of "business". Those crime families and their dealings, Ivan thought, then went back to his book.