Data Tutashkhia

[Tutashkhia]

I am writing myself this letter to remind myself of what has happened in the past couple of months.

Lots of things happened to me these last months. Well, the vacation details mustn't be interesting, so I think I can start from the day I started appearing in the Liberty again. I saw the whole bunch of people wasted from drugs and booze. Some of them couldn't even talk. I'm left all by myself sometimes, gathering all sorts of strangers with me, wandering in the cold and evil space.

But the Meeting with my buddies was the most important one, I would say:

Tutashkhia enters the meeting-room, several Gangsters were already sitting, waiting for the rest to finally arrive.

-"Gentlemen, It's high time." Then he approaches the round table, leans on an empty spot reserved for him.

- "We have experienced all sort of things together, starvation, craving, insomnia, persecution and all sort of difficulties.But we're still here, all alive, with right spirits and right words. He pauses for a moment and shortly after starts walking around the table. -"There are not many of us left, but that's fine for now. We have several of new potential candidates waiting in line: freelancing murderers, former patients, criminals... just wonderful. But let's not rush things. First, I'd like to reveal something. He stops behind one of the Gangsters. -"I've heard some of you likes talking,and talks too much. I can't say I don't like talkative guys, but not the ones who spills the beans. I smell an impatient one among you. Always hated such kind." Tutashkhia swiftly catches his head with his right arm and, with his left arm, sticks a small knife into his mouth. The blood gushes all over the face of Tutashkhia.

The bearded man takes a part of the dead man's suit and cleans his face. Then he pushes the lifeless body off the chair and sits in it. -"Is it the money or the glory? I thought things were clear. What I'm offering you is something, entirely different. Something much more special. We're not like those fools calling themselves the real Underworld Kings and living in the cocooned world." He says while cleaning the blood off his knife with the scrap of the dead man's suit. "Fear. Terror! That's what I'm offering you! Rats fear me today, like we all know they do, and tomorrow..." - Then he raises his voice hysterically. "... the entire world will fear all of us!!!"

-"You're the real Gangsters. Now it's up to you, either you reach the top or rot at the bottom." He pauses,inhales deeply through nose and tries to remember the common sentence. -"This concludes our business for today."

Lots of interesting things happened to me after that. But I'm too tired right now.