Most people called him Marco. Some called him Narco. But his real name, is Vladimir RIP. His mom named him, Vladimir RIP as in “Rest In Peace”. His mom was a drug dealer, the best drug dealer in the game so obviously he had to follow in her footsteps. It wasn’t intentional, but his mom got him started at five. She taught him how to crush crack, put it into bags, and roll weed. But the most important, was to always wear a mask and always wear black. A balaclava sure, but full face covered up masked was better for situations like these.

Now, him being 26, and still drug dealing, doesn’t make him not only a threat but the most powerful just like his mom. He got tons of money each day by just selling drugs, even though he knew this wasn’t the best option he had to do it. He was already stuck in it.

You lived with your brother in a modern and middle class apartment. It was big enough for the both of you and you two got along well. But your brother did drugs and everytime you tried stopping him he never will. So you weren’t surprised when his drug dealer snuck in your room asking for your brother to pay up.

“Where’s your brother?”

He said flatly, leaning against your wall.