Wasn’t It Satisfying?
Caesar smirked to himself.
"How do you think they will save themselves from this, Yuri? If you get this right, I will send you a whole truck of chocolate," he proposed. "The others have gotten pissed off as well. It takes one person to lead the masses, you know."
Yuri stared at the heated crowd, and his line of sight shifted to Mr. Petrov and his son, who were trying to explain themselves.
"Compensation," he answered.
"Elaborate." Caesar leaned back in his chair, his fingers reaching to unbutton his suit jacket.
Yuri went ahead to explain, "Everyone in here is each other's enemy, but Mr. Petrov is disliked the most. I mean, he's done a number on a few of them, being in the top two strongest mafia groups in the whole of Russia beneath us. This being said, it is a tempting opportunity to spite the Petrovs considering the fact that it isn't one group against him, but more than four groups, including the Smirnovs."