Set Up

A thick dust storm was brewing in the desert as three dozen black SUVs traversed the terrain. Pavel and his convoy were a few minutes away from reaching their destination, the vast Opium fields of the Afghan heartlands.

Dmitri ordered the Bratva foot soldiers to remain vigilant as their vehicles slowed down and entered the village over a private radiofrequency.

Pavel observed the locals unperturbed by their presence, like the countless other times they've procured the illicit drugs in the past, and reassuringly said, "What did I tell you, Dmitri? You think too highly of the Afghan government. The area would have already been burned to the ground if Future Tech had known of our agreement with the local chief, but an oversight like this was just what we needed. The drug trade in Europe is vital to our brotherhood's cash flow, so let's finalize the deal and get the fuck out of this damned desert."