Hey, guys. So this mission would be the second-to-last in the Faustin mission strand, following Interference, (my version of Crime and Punishment), Do You Have Protection?, Final Destination and No Love Lost. This one's shorter than my others so far, but I still hope you enjoy it!
Mission name: Epoch for a Shylock
For: Mikhail Faustin
Unlocked by: Rigged to Blow
"Alright, cousin. See you later", says Roman as Niko drops him off at the cab depot. "Call me again soon. You know how I love bowling!"
Niko takes a look at his watch. 4:45pm. He just went out for drinks and bowling with Roman and now he's heading home, tired but relaxed from a day without action.
But then, a phone call.
It's Faustin. Niko hesitates to answer because of Mikhail's increasingly insane orders, but answers anyway.
"Hello?", he greets.
"Niko, it's Dimitri. We need you to come to the mansion right now."
"Is Mikhail acting decent?"
"As much as he can be these days. Just get over here."
And Dimitri hangs up.
10 minutes later, Niko is in the mansion's driveway on Shinnecock Avenue in Beachgate. The place is as beautiful as ever, if you could ignore the constant event of Russian mobsters passing in front of it. He walks to the front door, and Dimitri opens it before Niko can even knock.
"Come in", he says simply.
Inside, Faustin is lying down on the couch. Bottles of vodka, whiskey and beer are scattered all over the glass coffee table along with a scattered pile of cocaine. He's wearing an untucked blue dress shirt and boxer shorts. Upon hearing the door close, he bolts up from his position.
"Niko!", he yells with cheer unprecedented to Niko.
"Mr. Faustin", Niko greets equally.
"Come here, come here", he propositions while patting the loveseat next to him.
Niko wanders over and sits down, while Dimitri sits in the armchair next to Faustin.
"Niko...we have another problem."
"Yeah; Vlad. Ever since you f*ck him up, all he do is sit at home. I get no more progress from him, no work."
"I though he weren't good in the first place, and you only keep him around because you screw his sister?", Niko points out.
"His sister moved back to Russia. And it does not matter! He did work before, now he just lay around and bitch to me!"
"So what you going to do about it?", Niko asks.
"I not going to do anything. You're going to kill him. He useless now, and that's what you wanted to do anyway, I hear."
Dimitri looks over at Faustin, a look of surprise on his face.
"That's not what we agreed on", he says.
"Do I look like I give a sh*t? We had this conversation already. This is the way it works; I am angry, you are calm. I scare, you reason. I kill, you cower. It has worked so far."
"But you've angered the wrong people. You ordered the murder of Petrović's son, for God's sake!"
For a moment Faustin almost looks hurt, then picks an empty bottle off the table and swings it at Dimitri's head. He misses by an inch.
"Be careful, Dimitri. Be f*cking careful."
"Lay off that stuff. It clouds your judgement."
Faustin laughs. "My judgement. That's a good one. When have I ever had judgement? And if I had it, when did I use it. Is that not what I just said?"
"No, you didn't. Here, take these."
Dimitri passes a bottle of pills at Faustin. "It'll mellow you out."
"So I can be like you? So f*cked on painkillers that I don't give a sh*t? Let everyone live and let them kill me? Фуцк ю."
Dimitri stands up and talks to Niko.
"Vlad lives on Delaware Avenue, four apartments to the right of that sex shop we went to last week. Got it?
"Get there. If he's not home, go to Comrades."
"Cut his f*cking head off for me, Bellic!", Faustin yells from the couch. He lies back down and appears to pass out immediately.
Niko heads back to the driveway and backs out. He goes down the one-way road to Delaware Avenue. Seeing how small Hove Beach is, Niko arrives in less than five minutes.
Vlad's residence is one of many in a row of five-story townhouses on Delaware. His is a dark brown one with Victorian-era ornaments typical of Liberty City. Niko glances into the parking lot that serves at the parking for every townhouse on the street, but Vlad's blue Marbelle is nowhere to be seen. Niko walks up the short entrance stairs and looks at the bunch of metal mailboxes. There are eight residences, and a Mr. Vladimir Glebov lives in apt. 7 on the top floor.
Instead of having to go inside, Niko spots a fire escape in the back. With the ladder down. Mistake, Niko thinks.
He climbs all the way up and drops straight into Vlad's residence. The place is surprisingly clean. Blue wallpaper, nice wooden furniture, paintings and a flatscreen TV on the wall. It's small, though, and reeks of a mixture of air freshener and cigar.
Niko takes his Zavasta M70 from his jacket and holds it with both hands. The living room and kitchen are empty, but there's still the bathroom and bedroom. If he has to kill Vladdy boy on the toilet, so be it. He quietly opens the bathroom door, but it's empty. Niko is briefly amused by the beach-themed room, but gets back to business. Since this is the only room left in the place, Niko doesn't hesitate to kick the bedroom door down. And to Niko's surprise, that's where Vlad is.
He stands in front of his dresser, wearing beige slacks but no shirt. He's attempting to tie a black tie around his neck, but seems to be having trouble, considering he only has one arm to do it with. His right arm is in a cast, he has a bandage over the bridge of his nose and his forehead is still split open from Niko's powerful punches.
It takes him a couple of seconds, but he eventually notices Niko. And at the same time, Niko notices the two TT-30s rested on the dresser.
"Yokel", Vlad says impassively. "Before you do anything, let me tell you that you of all people won't be the man to kill me."
Before Niko can prove him wrong, Vlad grabs one of the two handguns and fires. Niko jumps to the ground and narrowly avoids hitting his head on a nightstand. He fires back but the bullets hit the ceiling. Vlad fires once again and Niko actually hears a bullet whiz past his ear.
Niko stands up and fires once again. This time, the bullet's trajectory skids against Vlad's neck and he loses his balance. The bullet only grazes his skin, but blood immediately starts pouring from the wound, staining his beige carpet. He hits the ground hard, but continues to fire. Another bullet whizzes past Niko's ear, but he stands his ground. When Vlad's clips empty from both guns, Niko moves in. He shoots Vlad straight in the stomach, then once again in the upper thigh. He screams in agony, but Niko ignores him. He keeps the gun aimed at his forehead and kicks both guns out of Vlad's reach.
"f*ck you, you dirty peasant!", he yells.
Niko makes sure those are his last words. He shoots Vlad twice in the head; one bullets goes in his eye and the other through his cheek. His autopsy would later reveal that the first bullet would've proven fatal, since it went through his one remaining kidney; he had his other removed in 1995 after that one took a bullet. The bullet that went through his eye mashed his brain up pretty good and caused instant death.
"The first time was was for f*cking with my family, and this time it's for f*cking with Mikhail Faustin", he says to the dead body.
Niko rushes down to Roman's cab, still sitting around the curb. Once at a safe distance from the townhouse, he phones Dimitri to tell him the job is done.
"He's dead. I actually enjoyed it", Niko admits to him.
"Whatever. You're just following orders, but this was unnecessary. Mikhail's out of control."
"I noticed, but it's not my place to do anything. Call me when you've got more work."
And as quickly as the conversation started, Niko hung up and drove home. 5:40pm. He actually had time to eat a decent meal, for once!