It's mid-2015 in Brooklyn, New York, and 67-year-old Soviet immigrant businessman Anatoly Poetic

is pissed off about his daughter's messy divorce.

How pissed off?

A hundred thousand dollar murder contract on his son-in-law pissed off, a $100,000 murder contract on his son-in-law pissed off.

And Podes got just the right guy for the job, Boris Nefields.

Nefields a hulking heavily tattooed Russian Jewish mafioso who made his name in the bloody Russian

mafia wars of Brighton Beach in the 1980s and 1990s.

But he's way more than just a too big gangster. He's been involved in organized crime from Odessa to Thailand to Moscow to Antwerp.

Survived five assassination attempts, done prison in the US and the former Soviet Union, and been involved in

diamond heist, heroin trafficking, extortion, shootouts, he's tangled with

Russian beaving laws, the guy's name carries weight, and Potik had hired him before to help provide

protection in Russia during the chaotic and insane 90s for all there.

But his son-in-law is no slouch either. He's a fabulously rich

shipping magnet with enough wealth that the messy divorce and custody battle he's

in with his soon-to-be ex-wife is the talk of New York's Tony Upper East Side and

that son-in-law he has some friends too. One of those sort of friends is an older

businessman who happens to meet Nefeld at a fancy Brooklyn bar and grill

that caters to wealthy and scary Russian lobsters. The two get the idea that instead

of Boris killing this guy, why not have him pay a bit more than the contract offered,

$125,000, to cancel the contract, nobody has to die, and these guys still make some money?

It's a win-win. Except, the son-in-law goes right to the police

when he hears about the contract for his murder and then is a series of meetings with

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