A Sickle, A Sawed-off, and The Angry Father Of An Angel

He dashes along the sides of cars. Waiting fancily with his brass cigartette holder. So sophisticated. Bordering a Hunter S. Thompson- like character. He thinks he's a hip chum. Vasilev appreciates the fact that he takes over the E. 7th street side of the area. Anyone that walks by must pay hommage to him. He's a hustler. More importantly, he's a business man. When someone needs a thorn to go away, Vasilev makes it go away. He launders money, strips down stolen cars, and is a womanizer. This is the stuff that starts to get him in trouble. He thinks he's impenetrable. He picks the wrong man's daughter to mess with. When a stroke of luck in Vasilev's life turns into a series of downward spirals, can he maintain his superstar image, with the irate father, of the last woman any of his crony's, saw Vasilev with?

The woman's father breaks into his chopshop, and awaits for Vasilev to stroll into the shop. Hours tick and time passes the angry father by. The angry father of the girl finally starts to fall asleep having been in Vasilev's shop waiting for him, for at least twenty hours now. The man is snoring with a sickle in his hand and a sawed off shotgun nearby. He hears Vasilev's broken english/russian in the background, and thinks it's actually a part of his dream. The angry father has drool emanating from every pore of his cheek. The drool is like that of a dog watching a human eat a steak right off the grill. The voices draw near! The angry father still sleeps. He shifts his foot, knocking over a can of nuts and bolts! Vasilev thinks he's a big shot puffing through his fancy brass cigartette holder. He becomes suspicious and stops, becoming very still, almost statuesque in his stance. The angry father wakes up gradually now, realizing that his dream has come to fruition. He was not dreaming that he heard Vasilev's voice, he now knows that Vasilev is on the premises and is outside his building, "the chopshop." The angry father assumes that of a sniper stance awaiting Vasilev's entrance. Vasilev is pacing inch by inch toward the door. The air is filled with faint darkness and the sun trying to peak up from behind the horizon. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. The angry father thinks Vasilev might be on his cellphone with one of his gophers. The father is waiting and waiting. The door creeps open slowly and squeakily. The father cocks the hammer of the sawed off shotgun. The sounds of high heels are clickety clacking about three paces forward. The door is now wide open and the sun and the darknesss are competing for who gets more of the earth's attention. The sun is rising and the darkness fades into its precipice, and boom! The angry father squeezed the trigger and blew his own beautiful daughter's head clear off her shoulders. Vasilev knew he had many angry father's after him, because of all the beautiful ladies that he had won over because of his power and corruption. He was feared and not loved. But women loved that abrasiveness about him. The angry father was speaking for all father's when he fired this shot at Vasilev. This poor man killed his own daughter thinking it was Vasilev.

The father then reloaded, and began to return fire with Vasilev. He was always packing heat. He had too many enemies. He finally caught Vasilev in the knee with a shotgun blast. Vasilev lost his weapon too. And, even though the sun was, coming up like mercury on a thermometer, slowly but steadily, the darkness still dwelt in the shop. The father then walked up to Vasilev, looking at his dead daughter, shot by his own hands. His pride and joy was now gone from his life because of this filthy criminal and her night out with the big shot from e 7th street. The father walked over slowly and sternly with the sickle and began to skin Vasilev with super human strength like a fish. Vasilev laid there screaming helplessly. The father then went over to the chemical cabinet in the shop. Vasilev had gun shot wounds to his knees. The father went over with the sickle and sliced off half his foot, starting at the achille's tendon, and reaching to the ankle. The screams coming out of Vasilev's mouth were unmerciful. It sounded as though it was the death cry, and in many ways it was. The father then walks back over toward this russian gangster, and begins to douse him with gasoline. Making sure that most of it goes in the last wound he just created. The angry father takes one more look at his dead daughter, strikes the match and starts to watch Vasilev's body burn right in his own shop. The father turns around and sees that it's now lighter outside, and this enables him to, find the gun that Vasilev dropped during their shootout. As the father of the beautiful deceased girl watches him burning and screaming like that of a constituent of hell, he empty's the clip of the gun, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. The father staggered through the town, after leaving the shop, his dead daughter, and Vasilev behind. You see, on e. 7th street, things get taken care of by angry father's or they don't get taken care of at all!

James