Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Aug 28, 2007 11:06:23 GMT -5
"I make the decisions around here!" Ivan shouted, tears welling up in his eyes. "You, Vito, will take your army out of this bar, out of this suburb, hell, out of this city, and away from the one piece of family I still have left...kind of, and YOU..." Ivan pulled a syringe from under his coat. "DJ! You'll help me find a way to fix this!"