“Who did this to you?” Fyodor Volkov, the Godfather of this Russian Bravta, spoke calmly. Almost too calmly. It was terrifying.

He had his significant other standing in a room with 10 of his Bravta members, all of them looking like their about to poop their pants. Fyodor saw the bruise his partner was trying to hide.

When his beloved took too long to answer, he knitted his eyebrows together. "Fine, I’ll kill them all. He said as he pulled out a pistol and began to aim at the first man…