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head. He began by taking a small sample of whatever was in the cup. He scooped it out and put it into a small glass. He added some liquid and whatever was in there turned blue. The man looked toward the Lincoln and nodded his head to indicate that all was good.
    The window rolled down and the man in the car motioned one of his security guards over. The guard placed his machine gun on the table, went to the trunk, and pulled out two briefcases. He walked over to Frank and handed them to the man. As soon as this was complete, the man exited the backseat of the car and approached Frankie. With a big smile on his face, he walked over, grabbed Frank’s hand, and shook it vigorously and forcefully.
    In a heavy Ukrainian accent, he whispered to Frankie, “Now, I thank you for trusting me to move your product, and now I’ll give you five hundred thousand dollars of my money. When I sell the rest, I’ll give you one million more, as we discussed.”
    Frankie stood there with a bead of sweat sliding down his left cheek. He began to look really nervous. The man continued. “Now that our business is complete, we will have a drink. Grigori, get me a bottle of vodka!”
    Frankie was in a hurry. He just wanted to get out of there quick. “No, that’s okay, Mr. Yehorenko. I got a lot of stuff to handle. I’m gonna have to take a rain check.”
    “Well, you know, in my country, it’s customary to have a drink after business,” he said as he squeezed the man’s hand. But Frankie was anxious and he began to sweat a little more. The Ukrainian noticed. “What is wrong with you? Why do you sweat like this?”
    Frankie looked around the room at the men with the guns and decided to play another angle. “Hey, why not? One drink won’t hurt, right?”
    The man smiled as he poured a shot of vodka for himself and one for Frankie. The boss toasted the completion of their business. Frankie hurried up, jumped into the car with Tony, and they drove off. As they drove away, Frankie began to laugh hysterically.
    “What the fuck was that all about, Frankie?” Tony asked.
    “Man, I tell you, some people are just fuckin’ plain old stupid!” he replied.
    “Frankie, just what the hell are you talking about?”
    “Well, those Ukrainian fucks just gave me half a million dollars for a truckload of fuckin’ flour!” He laughed like he was going insane.
    Tony was stunned. “They did what?!” he asked incredulously. “You mean to tell me that you got me into some shit with the Ukrainian mafia? Are you fuckin’ crazy? Do you know what those fuckin’ guys are gonna do when they find out what the hell you did? Fuck!”
    Frankie was boastful. “Hey, fuck them! They better not think about messing with us or our fuckin’ family. I will wipe them off the face of the earth! They don’t stand a chance against us. We run New York!” he said, imitating Jay Z.
    However, Tony knew better. He knew that the Ukrainian mob didn’t care about anybody. They were a ruthless bunch who made sure that when they did something to someone, it was heinous. Nine times out of ten, it made headline news. Now all Tony thought about was what he was now involved in. He was here with Frankie, robbing the mafia from another country, and Paulie was on his tail. He knew that when Paulie caught up to him, he would be a dead man.
    “Fuck! ” He screamed out loudly. “What the fuck is next?”he muttered to himself as he drove down the street, swearing frantically.
    Frankie was all laughs, however. “Hey, cuz, take it easy, man. Let’s go back to the house, grab those fuckin’ young, black broads from Harlem. We’ll cop some drugs and get some drinks. Let’s fuckin’ party!”
    Tony was not in a partying mood. He wanted to run. He thought about all the madness that he had just gotten himself into over the past six hours. “Fuck it!” he said, deciding to go for it and have a good time. “You know what, Frankie? Let’s do it. Let’s have some fuckin’