Red Liberty Version 2.

[Carbine23]

I made this story a while back and got positive feedback, but there were some trouble with dialogue, and how some plot situations were unlikely to happen in real life. So after playing GTA4, i've decided to make my story more unique, fit, cleaner and fitting in with the GTA4 universe. So read Version 2 of Red Liberty and leave some comments! Some of you may not be interested in reading long chapters but i swear its really good! I think it may be good enough for a TV series like GTA4 would. The first chapter may be boring but that's because its meant to give you an understanding of the story. So read it, give some feedback, and come back for more chapters!

 

About: After the events of GTA4, new changes happen in Liberty City. New gangs move in, some gangs die, while the powerful gangs become even more powerful. All that will change when a poor-Russian immigrant named Anton Romanov and his friend Vlad move into Liberty City trying to escape a desperate situation in order to save themselves. A long the way they meet new characters in Liberty City and some old ones from GTA4.

 

Characters:

 

Anton Romanov: Main Character

Age: 28

Height: 6'4

Hair/Eye color: Brown Hair/Blue Eyes

Religion: Roman Catholic

Nationality: Russian

 

Vlad Nevskoszy: Anton's best friend

Age: 28

Height: 6'4

Hair/Eye Color: Blonde Hair/Blue Eyes

Religion: Roman Catholic

Nationality: Russian

 

Mr. Zevstoczy: The old boss

Age: 58

Height: 5'8

Hair/Eye Color: Brown-Gray Hair/Blue Eyes

Nationality: Russian

 

Rating: Rated R for Strong Violence, Strong Sexual Content, Use of Alcohol and Drugs, and Strong Language.

 

Red Liberty

Chapter 1: Hear My Sorrow

Chapter 2: Sleeping in the Black Sea

Chapter 3: Nothing to Fear

Chapter 4: 1001 Russo-Arabian Knights

Chapter 5: Say Goodbye to your Love

 

Chapter 1: Hear my Sorrow

 

“If I cry you will hear my sorrow, but if I die you shall hear nothing but death.” Those were the words of my mother before she died, and left me and my siblings to my aunt. What is my name you say? My name is Anton Romanov and I’m 6’4, brown haired and blue eyed. Don’t be fooled by my last name, it has no relation or royalty to the Russian Romanov line. Instead I live in a peasant village, no where near the cities of the east. I hear the stories of Americans living the rich life; living in the big cities or just outside them, but what do I know about America.

 

I’m only 28 years old, and I’ve been living with a whore most of my life. My aunt usually goes out at night, drinks, f*cks some person she met at the bar, drinks again, comes home drunk, abuses us and passes out on a daily basis. This is the life of Russian peasant who doesn’t have the love of his mother around him. I was 5 when she died, the same year my father died in the Soviet war in Afghanistan. So what is my occupation? I work for some mafia. Unfortunately even in the smallest towns of Russia, the mafia exists. Loads of mafia families roam the countryside, but none too fancy compared to the big Moscow gangs. They’re called the Zevstoczy Crime Family and they roam around Krivak, my town.

 

Me and my best friend Vladimir who’s blonde haired, green eyed and also 6’4 are in this family together. I haven’t killed anybody yet, but he has killed two. My boss is called Mr. Zevstoczy. He has never told us his first name, and we have to address him by his full last name. Even if we shortened it, he calls it a crime of respecting a boss and will instantly kill you. Some life, eh? I wish I could escape the dreadful life of Russia. I don’t even want to go to the big cities; I want to get the hell out of here. Even if it means abandoning my siblings, I will. Vladimir is the one I want to be with when I enter the gates of America. I don’t plan to kill anybody.

 

I’m religious in a way, but definitely not a man of god. Of course all the Russians hate people like us because we’re Roman Catholic, not Eastern Orthodox which is rare. All the big guys are Orthodox while we’re the scum of Roman Catholicism. We even have Russian Jewry here. That’s another reason to hate us, although we get a long with them and consider them just like us. Full-Blooded Russians. Rich or poor, Orthodox or Roman Catholic, Jew or Christian, we are all Russians. As Jesus said “Love thy neighbor”, I can’t love anybody that is better then me and shoves it in my face. Maybe that’s not the only excuse for not being a man of God. I’ve sinned plenty, just like the rest of the world. However, Revenge and sin plays a role in getting what you want though. And unfortunately, I don’t know what I want.

Edited May 23, 2008 by Carbine23

[The Unvirginiser]

First of all SPACE OUT YOUR STORY

This will put people off reading it straight away

 

Otherwise, looking good! So this is a story similar to Niko Bellic's? A man escaping his past and coming to America?

[Carbine23]

Yeah i didn't know how long it came out! I edited it so it should be fine now. The story really isn't like GTA4 at all. You will find certain elements relating to GTA4 like betrayals, and getting kicked out of a neighborhood, and you will even see characters from GTA4 in it. Whether Niko will be in this story is not certain.

 

The story itself is different. He isn't trying to escape from his past, he wants to pursue a better life, and this is a rags to riches story. And a different thing about this story is that once he's on top, his character and mood changes like Michael from the Godfather. There are different volumes or seasons to the story. The first (this one) contains between 14 - 16 chapters, but there will be more depending on how people liked it.

 

EDIT: Let me know how this dialogue format is because it makes the paragraphs even longer. Tell me if i should stick to this style or if i should move to putting the dialogues in the paragraph.

 

So enjoy Chapter 2 folks!

 

Chapter 2: Sleeping in the Black Sea

 

I walk into the Krivak bar in order to receive orders from the old boss of mine.

“Hey look it’s Mr. I’ve killed no one” Vladimir said as he chuckled after.

“Shut up Vladimir” I said to him.

“Hey call me Vlad, Anton. You know I hate being called by my full name” Vlad stated

“Well it’s the other away around for the boss. Speaking of names, where the f*ck is he?” I asked

“He’s in the back gambling with his big friends. Probably talking about how many whores they banged yesterday, if they can even afford it” Vlad said.

“He has the most money in this town. Any whore would f*ck him just for a bit of cash” I said.

“Haha, I love your humor Roman. Never lose it” Vlad chuckled.

“Don’t call me Roman. Call me by my full name, unlike you” I said seriously.

“Ok sorry Mr. Anton Romanov. If you go to America, they’d think you were of royalty you know” Vlad said.

“Yes I could imagine, but I’m happily satisfied in this piece of sh*t country” I said as I began to walk to the back room.

“Anton! Think about it” Vlad said as I continued to walk.

I walked into the backroom where I saw Mr. Zevstoczy and his other Russian goons gambling. The typical life of a Russian gangster I would say.

“Hey Anty, how’s life going with your whorish aunt” Zevstoczy asked.

“Fine. In fact, yesterday she gave me a hug and a kiss and gave me money to buy her a beer” I said sarcastically.

“Haha, I love your humor Anty or Anton, whatever you pronounce your name. Anyway I have a little job for you” Zevstoczy said.

“Isn’t that surprising” I said sarcastically.

“Yeah, very surprising. So there’s this lousy old fisherman who lives about 1 hour away from here on the Black Sea. He owns the Petika Fishing Port, and even though he lives a crappy life, he has a lot of money. So he asks me to do a favor for him, you know by beating up one of his competitors so he’ll never be able to fish again. We do it, we offer protection, and he doesn’t give us the money. Teach the bastard a little lesson, and when I say that I mean kill him!” Zevstoczy stated to me.

“Kill? Listen I’m just a spectator…” I said just before he interrupted.

“Spectator or not, you’ll kill this f*cking goon. Now get out of my sight before I try to kill you” Zevstoczy said.

I gave a sly face, and then I walked out of the dirty back room of the bar. The whole bar was a dusty mess. As I walked out of the backroom, Vlad gave me a look on his face. I knew it was the face of him knowing that I was unhappy of my position.

 

Vlad and I got in the car and drove about an hour southeast of our town to the Petika Fishing Port in a nameless town on the Black Sea. We finally arrived to a dirty looking lighthouse that stood next to an old little dusty shack that looked over 200 years old.

“You got your revolver?” Vlad said to me.

“Of course. Just don’t make me kill anybody with it” I said in a non-sarcastic tone.

“Aren’t you special?” Vlad chuckled.

We both walked up to the small cabin with a poorly placed wooden door. Vlad used his boots and knocked over the wooden door. We both saw the poor fisherman standing right there in his gray overalls, rough white beard, and rare gray eyes.

“What, what do you want from me?” The fisherman stuttered to us.

“Mr. Zevstoczy didn’t get the money you owed him. Now your fate has come!” Vlad screamed.

“Please, don’t kill me! Zevstoczy killed my competitor, and all I wanted him to do was to cut his profits up. Please, have faith!” The fisherman pleaded.

“Pure Ukrainian bullsh*t, just like the rest of them. Anton, put this bastard to sleep.” Vlad ordered me.

I was shocked to hear the words come out of Vlad’s mouth. I then moved my bright blue Slavic eyes onto the barrel of the old Colt 45 pistol I was carrying. I saw the fisherman huddled to the ground, scared that his 80 or so years living on Gods Earth would finally end. I closed my eyes, re-opened them and went for the trigger. Boom!

“Next time, don’t talk to yourself in your head so much and maybe I won’t have to do the killing for you” Vlad said while smoke was coming out the barrel of his gun.

“My god. You’re an animal Vlad,” I said in a sorrowful voice as blood encircled us.

 

We both took the body outside with blood dripping from the old man’s skull onto my dirty hands. The man was heavy so we had to let go at times, but finally we got to the pier just outside his house and we threw him into the river. We saw the body float while the water was turning red real slowly like when Moses turned the River into Wine.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be sleeping in the Black Sea” Vlad said calmly.

“And seas lead to other seas” I said.

The fisherman’s body then slowly sunk into the water. God rest his soul in his watery grave.

[Lethal Nizzle]

This is shaping up well. I'm keeping my eyes on this. Nice work.

[Carbine23]

Chapter 3: Nothing to Fear

 

Vlad and me were both holding two huge bags of Russian money into the trunk of the car. There were already three more dusty brown bags full of cash in the back trunk anyway. I didn’t feel right about this, and that’s why the pressure added more sweat to my hands.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this Vlad,” I said feeling innocent.

“What? Zevstoczy never pays us anything; so what if we’re stealing some cash from the old dead man. We’ll give Zevstoczy some, say that’s all he had, and then take the rest of the money someplace else. It’ll work fine Anton” Vlad stated to me.

“And what will we do with the money! There’s nothing we can do! Barely anybody here knows how to get to Moscow, St. Petersburg or Kiev and why would we go there anyway!” I screamed at Vlad.

“I understand Anton. We’re not going to the rich parts of Russia or Ukraine. We can go some place better!” Vlad said in excitement.

“Yeah. Where?” I said sarcastically

“Liberty City!” Vlad cried in excitement.

“Liberty City? Where’s that?” I said in a confused manner.

“America, Anton! America! The gateway to freedom is in Liberty City. They’ve got music, money, nightlife, whores, women, entertainment, clubs, dancing, you name it! And it’s the perfect place to start off. Why do you think so many Russian Jews left this piece of sh*t country? I hear they’re even Hasidic Jewish Byelorussian gangs in Liberty City, as well as the regular Russian Mafia. There’s even a neighborhood just for Eastern Europeans like us. Come on Anton, you can’t be Zevstoczy’s b*tch forever” Vlad said to me.

I thought for a moment, and gazed down at the ground. I could live the life I always dreamed of. There were a lot of people moving to America back then, and none have come back. I picked up my head, and stared at Vlad and gave my answer.

 

Vlad and me walked into Mr. Zevstoczy’s dusty old office. We can tell that he was in excitement to see us, seeing as he had drunken 4/5 of the bottle of Vodka he was holding in his right hand.

“Anton, Vlad, talk to me! You got my money?” Zevstoczy said in his deep Russian accident.

“Yeah we got the money, but it’s safe to say that he wasn’t as rich as you said he was” Vlad explained.

“What?” Zevstoczy said.

“The man only had this much. We’re sorry sir but that’s all he had” Vlad said to him.

“No. This cannot be. That f*cking Ukrainian! That damned fisherman was supposed to have millions up his f*cking ass” Zevstoczy screamed.

“Well he didn’t sir, and now he’s in a watery grave” I explained to Zevstoczy.

“Great. Where’s my bottle of Vodka, I need another one!” Zevstoczy screamed.

“You’ve drunken four already?” Vlad said.

“Shut the f*ck up! Four is nothing when I’m angry!” Zevstoczy screamed at Vlad.

“Should we go sir?” I asked.

“Yes. Go. Before I kill one of you,” Vlad said in a calmer voice.

Vlad and I walked out of the bosses’ office. We walked outside the bar while sundown was just occuring. It was turning cold; so cold that you could see your breath smoke. Another job well done, but this was the beginning. Vlad and I walked into the car, and we sped off into an old town 4 miles away. We got out of the car and walked into Petika’s Bar.

“Petika? How ironic” Vlad said.

“Yes, life is very ironic, even for the dead man” I said.

 

Vlad and me ordered some drinks to move the day a long. It was about 7:25 P.M. on our clocks. Vlad had a cup of Russian Cove Vodka, while I had a drink of Old Dublin Whiskey.

“Dublin? You’ve ever heard of the place?” Vlad asked.

“I heard its somewhere in a place called Ireland. Big drinkers like us, except they’re not so much into Vodka” I explained.

“Interesting. So, you don’t feel guilty about lying?” Vlad asked me.

“Of course not, especially if he finds out, he’ll cut our heads off with an 18th century axe and feed us to the wolves” I said sarcastically.

“Then you’ve got nothing to fear” Vlad said.

In the middle of our get together, somebody called Vlad’s cell phone. We lived in poverty, but luckily he had a cell phone but it was a very crappy one. Vlad answered it with caution.

“Vlad get back to my place quickly, along with Anton. Some news just came up” Zevstoczy said.

 

[Carbine23]

Chapter 4: 1001 Russo-Arabian Knights

 

Vlad and me were driving on an abandoned dirt highway-leading southeast of our location. We just got back from talking to Zevstoczy because he had a plan. Since he didn’t get the millions we owed him, he had a way to get the money back. Of course, Vlad and I were never going to tell him that we were the ones who basically robbed the old man. He made some deal with a pair of dealers in Azerbaijan. We had no idea who these people were, so I asked Vlad a couple of questions in the dark night on a dark road.

“So. Do you have any idea who these people are?” I asked Vlad.

“Yes. Well, sort of. They’re called the Russo-Alliya, otherwise known as Russian-Arabic’s. I guess one of their parents from old Russia must’ve come to their god for saken country and f*cked the other parent” Vlad explained to me as he was driving.

“Interesting. Is the deal safe?” I asked.

“Safe? Of course it’s safe! Why wouldn’t it be?” Vlad asked.

“I don’t know. I find it kind of hard dealing with other people. I find it the same with dealing with other Russians” I explained.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it. You still feel guilty about the money! Don’t you?” Vlad said to me.

“Well I don’t like to betray the boss I work for! He’ll freakin cut off our hands and feed them to the Black Sea if he finds out we stole his money!” I screamed at Vlad.

“You worry too much man. God knows how much is in the bag anyway. Do me a favor though, and go along with this and don’t worry. Something already told me that Zevstoczy was not the right man to work for a long time ago” Vlad said.

 

I kept my mouth shut the whole other 1 ½ hours we spent driving to the Southern most part of Russia, near the Asian border. We finally got to the dealing point in a small construction sight in a valley called Tzecrikcha (Se-crick-cha). We already saw them waiting for us. Some were dressed up in business suits like Russian gangsters, and others in rags or turbans like terrorists.

“Look at them. The 1001 Russo-Arabian Knights” Vlad chuckled slightly.

“Look at all that gold they’re wearing. Since when is Azerbaijan a rich country?” I asked.

“God knows. I think Russia is a poor country but just look at the electrical city of Moscow. Now come on lets do this. We’re going to be fine Anton, we’ve got plenty of backup already here” Vlad explained to me.

Vlad and me got out of the car. We shut the ugly, dirty, broken doors shut. We then walked up to the dealer or the head of the situation. On their side they got their Russo-Arabian Knights, and on our side we got our Cossacks. We approached the dealer wearing a Red Rag around his face, with a black rolled up long sleeved shirt with a row of explosives on a strap. He had an AK-47 on his back, and a satchel bag full of money.

“Are you Zevstoczy’s men?” The dealer said.

“Yes, we are. Welcome to Russia” Vlad said as he shook the hands of the dealer.

“Yes, very well. Its good to visit my fathers heritage country” The dealer said.

“Yes, aren’t we all proud” Vlad said.

“I’ve got 500,000,000 Ruble right here,” The dealer said.

“Really? Why would Zevstoczy give such an astonishing price?” I asked.

“Reasons that don’t matter” The dealer said quickly.

“Really? Well it matters to me. Tell me the full plan before I agree to anything!” Vlad screamed.

“Shut your f*cking mouth!” The dealer screamed at Vlad.

“No! Tell me right now! I want to know” Vlad screamed again.

“Listen you full-blooded Russian, take the f*cking money!” The dealer screamed.

Vlad gave an angry stare at the dealer. Something told me that something was wrong but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Ok. Fine. I’ll take the f*cking money” Vlad said angrily but in a calm voice.

“Excellent. Now go. Run back to your boss,” The dealer said as he handed over the suitcase.

“That’s it? What do you get in return?” I asked.

“Your boss has arranged that already. Now go. He’s waiting for you,” The dealer said.

 

Vlad was holding the suitcase as me and him walked the other way back to the car. It was a cold, dark, isolated night. Our Russian boys held their AK’s up against the Russo-Arabians in case something bad happened. I was looking around the area because I knew something was wrong. I just saw them all staring at us like hungry wolves. Then I saw something which quickly notified me of something. The dealer moved his head a little. Then I looked up at the building window where I saw a man holding a little device in his hand.

“Anton what are you doing. Stop looking at them” Vlad said to me.

I looked at the window again and saw the man twist the device a little. It was far away but I had perfect vision to see what he was doing. I quickly responded to Vlad.

“Vlad it’s an ambush!” I screamed at him.

I took the suitcase and through it all the way back the other way towards the dealer. With my amazing arm strength, the suitcase hit the floor next to the dealer. The device was sensitive, so then in front of everybody, boom! The suitcase exploded a long with the dealer. The flames blazed because the wind was so strong. Everybody covered their eyes with their arms. After the explosion, a firefight started.

“Kill the full-blood Russians!” A Russo-Arabian knight screamed.

“Anton, quick lets go!” Me and Vlad rushed to the car.

Out of no where the car exploded about 30 – 40 feet near it. Then it became clear to me that we were set up.

“F*ck! The money! The money’s gone!” Vlad screamed.

I could barely hear him because of all the gun firing in the background. The Russians and Russo-Arabians were gun fighting on the construction sight. A lot of our men were dying though. Barely any of the Russo-Arabians were dying. There was more blood on our side then they’re side. Since there was so much shooting, Vlad and I were able to escape in the back where the car exploded. The huge fire blaze also kept us hidden. Me and Vlad got off the site and ran across a small field where we made it to a tiny creek about 7 feet wide. Even though it was a freezing night, we went through the ice-cold water. We then got out and rushed into a pair of wheat fields. We didn’t stop though. We just ran and ran until we couldn’t run any longer. Unfortunately, we couldn’t stop.

[Carbine23]

Chapter 5: Say Goodbye to Your Love

 

Vlad and me were sitting in a small motel about 2 hours away from where we made the deal. It was about 2:45 A.M. and we were stressed, afraid and tired. We were still shocked at how everything turned to crap this night. A night to remember, of course.

“I can’t believe it. Why would a pair of Russo-Arabians betray us? Was Zevstoczy involved?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I just don’t f*cking know. All I know is that we can’t stay here any longer. Say goodbye to your love Anton, because we’re getting the f*ck out of here!” Vlad said

“We can’t just leave! We don’t have any money,” I said.

“That’s where your wrong” Vlad said.

Vlad pulled out a lot of rubles in his filthy pocket. I was shocked but impressed.

“How’d you get the money?” I said with a sly face.

“Well in case the deal went sour and we couldn’t get to the car, I took some cash in case we had to restart on the open road” Vlad said.

“But you’re the one who said everything would be okay! You’re a hypocrite!” I screamed at him.

“A sexy one too” Vlad chuckled.

“Eh, I have no time for your f*cking jokes. You got money, that’s great. Where would you like to go” I asked.

“Liberty City of course! I mean come on. It may be far from home, but it’s the melting pot of the world Anton!” Vlad explained to me.

“Great. So we can give up crime and lead a new life?” I asked.

“Well. No. Listen Anton. No matter where you go, you’ll always start out poor. It takes power and money to rise to the top. I’ll try not to get us into a serious crime thing but I’m sure we’ll make some money there. In fact I think poor there would be rich to us” Vlad said.

“Really? In that case I’ll go,” I said happily.

“There’s my Anton! Come on. Picture the women, the cars, the bad for you American Food and the expensive clothes!” Vlad said.

The more Vlad told me, the more I became interested in America, and he persuaded me more and more to go there.

 

The next day I woke up at 5:30 A.M. to a noise in the motel parking lot. We saw a car of two men, park in the lot. The two men got out, and they looked exactly like the Russo-Arabians.

“Vlad! Vlad! Wake up damnit! Wake up!” I screamed at Vlad in my quietest voice.

“What? What do you want?” Vlad said in a tiresome voice.

“Those f*cking half Russo’s are here. They know we’re here!” I said.

“Holy sh*t! Come on get the stuff together!” Vlad ordered me.

Vlad quickly got on his overshirt and put his socks and shoes as quick as he can. We grabbed the one suitcase we packed and then we waited by the dark window. There was no light in the room so they couldn’t see us. The two men walked into the main building where the roomkeeper was. Now was our chance to get the hell out of there. We jumped over the window and rushed to the car. We quickly got in and started the engine up. The Engine was so loud that it alerted the two men and then they ran outside as Vlad backed out. They took out their AK’s and shot at the side of the car, but unfortunately and luckily the bullets never hit us. Vlad sped off onto the dirt highway going towards the west. We luckily escaped them because up ahead were small forests which made them lose our tail.

 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we got out of there alive!” I said breathing heavily.

“I swear to god I can’t stand these f*cking Russo-Arabians! What do they want?” Vlad screamed.

“Nobody knows, and hopefully we’ll never know. We’ll start a new life in Liberty City. Right?” I asked.

“Yeah. Unfortunately we need to conserve money in the beginning so we’re taking a boat there” Vlad said.

“What? A f*cking boat!” I said in disappointment.

“So you rather live poor and die in Liberty City without any money only with the satisfaction of a plane experience, or would you want to take a boat there and actually have a chance to start out?” Vlad asked me.

We ended up driving for two more days making a couple of stops. We hoped that they wouldn’t find us, but we haven’t noticed any chasing us so we knew we were safe. At the end of the two days we arrived at the boating docks that were going to America. Unfortunately it was a working boat bringing Turkish and Greek imports to America. The boat would leave at 10:45 A.M. from the Istanbul Docks.

 

[PIZZAHUTMAN24]

are you going to do more? because i think its a really good story.