The Summer of 199-.

Since the Union’s collapsed, uncertainty has fallen like smog upon the population of new-found Federation. The weakness of the young government opened up for… opportunity. Criminals organized. Sought power. Exploited and extorted.

Desperate people turn to unsavory sources for survival and work.

They expect total obedience. When you’re told what to do, you do it. And when you don’t, you’re shot in the street.

Let the Bratvas rise, let the blood flow.