"Richie". It's Richard's father, Antonio calling for him in their summer home in Tierra Robada. "The food is ready, come and eat." Nothing could ruin a beautiful summer day with pancakes and chocolate syrup together. It's hard to imagine a perfect day as a whole, but this would be the beginning of a perfect day. Or... No. I am just lying to you guys. This is not a perfect day. A perfect day would start with a gift in form of a 10 thousand dollar ring from a male to a female with the following dialog.
"Would you marry me?"
"Yes!"
Marriage... Wow, how beautiful could something be? Wedding, bulked tables all covered up with food for people that visit you, gifts... Whatever. A marriage could start good, but in reality after a few years or even months together it could go bad... That is the story of Antonio Dark and Valerie Dark. Valerya is from Russia, Omsk and Antonio himself was from Spain, but their parents moved to USA when the kids were only five years old. It was hard to live in the new neighbourhoods. Honestly, if you're from Russia and have to be in a school with only English talking people around you, you wouldn't last for long, would you? Valerie's parents were rich, they hired a private teacher for Valerya. Amazing, finally Valerya could talk to people about topics that she wanted to talk about like Social Media, makeup and so. Valerya wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either. She was somewhere in-between. She had no piercings whatsoever and had long, dark hair. Antonio was a quiet kid. He liked to be alone. If you wanted to describe Antonio, you would have to say "outrageous." Why? Because well, he was honestly a pussy. There was a scene, where a girl wanted to ask Antonio out. Antonio was strong and fit, he wore clean clothes and had some nice accessories all over his body. The girl went to Antonio while he was sitting in the corner of the classroom, on his chair and reading and asked him. "Hey, Antonio. How are you?" Antonio looked up and saw the girl, his muscles cramped up. "Eh." was the only thing Antonio could say. "I was wondering if you would... Like to go on a... You know, date with me?" The girl was stuttering. She really liked Antonio a lot and wanted to get him to go out with her. "No." It was sad, but at the same time it was the reaction that he could only give out because of his dumb shyness. Antonio walked out of the class and they never spoke again. Did I actually mention, that Antonio and Valerya were both from the same city, but they were in different schools? NO? I didn't.. God. Okay, so. Lets move on. Where do I want to go with this? Nowhere probably, they both finished the Primary Schools. They had their nine grade education and thought about their future. Their parents had booked them a flight to Los Santos to attend Los Santos University. They had to still stay in the same city, but they promised to visit them sometimes. Sadly, it never happened. When Valerie and Antonio arrived at Los Santos, they both got out of the plane and rented a hotel room in the Jefferson Motel. Honestly, how is it possible that they both were on the same flight and now are married? Noone knows and no one will know. Their parents arranged them apartments in Los Santos. Antonio's apartment was in Little Mexico and Valerie's was in Commerce. They both were very near to the University. Now you ask, how did they meet. They met in the university. They both attended the same classes. Science, psychology, physical education, mathematics, physics and literature. After their fifth class on a Wednesday, which was Science, they met in the alleyway. They bumped together. Oh god, how lame could it go? Legit every love story starts from bumping together in an alleyway. Damn... Antonio was still shy, but this time he felt safe near Valerya. Did they have a bond between them? Who knows? "I'm really sorry..." Valerya said. Her Russian accent was hearable when she spoke. "It's nothing. I wasn't looking either." Antonio smiled. From a shy kid to a... Nevermind. Alright, so. "Hey... Do you mind if I... Ask you out on a date?" What? Antonio asked a girl out? God damn Antonio, you evolved to a man. "Yes." Short and simple, Antonio, you did not get rejected. Antonio smiled. "There's a nice place in downtown called "The Star." It is open 24/7, so whenever you're up to go, I'll pick you up." Antonio had bought himself a motorcycle, a scooter. Valerya smiled. "Sure." as she reached inside of her bag, taking out a piece of paper and a pencil. She wrote down her address and next to it her name and phone number. She handed the piece of paper to Antonio, as she smiled. "I got to go to class now... See you at six." Valerya said, as she started rushing towards the Literature class. Antonio walked behind her. She walked inside of the class. She had never noticed she was attending the same classes as Antonio was, so it was kind of funny when they both walked in the same class. "Did you forget anything?" Valerie asked Antonio, as he walked in the classroom. "No, but I think we're attending the same classes, so we'll see each other again." Antonio smiled, he sat down on his chair as the class started. They made eye contact twice during the class. "Damn." thought Antonio. "I guess it's my time..." After the classes, Antonio went home and picked up his best clothes. He prepared himself for the night.
Why is it so hard to understand girls? It's not, at least from my own experience. It's hard to understand yourself. If you understand what you want if you understand what you need you can easily see, what have you done wrong and what's gonna happen soon. Well, that's not the case with this story. Antonio stood in front of the mirror, fixed up with a new haircut and ready to rock. The only problem was that... He didn't have a car to look rich. He was driving a scooter. Valerya looked upper class and he wanted to impress her. Antonio called his dad, who was in Hawai for his business trip. He told him his story and in twenty minutes, a nice, clean blue Rolls Royce was parked in front of Antonio's car. His dad got him a personal guard, driver and a vehicle. Antonio got inside, on the back seat. "Commerce Apartment complex..." he said, moving his gaze up at the driver. It was a young Colombian male, aged between 20-25. The male nodded, he wore a black suit, god it was designed very good. His name was written on a golden piece of metal on his chest, it was easily readable "Ricardo... Nice to meet you. I am Antonio." nothing but a blank nod came from Ricardo's direction. He was focused on driving to the address. In about 2 minutes, a clean blue Rolls Royce appeared. Valerya was amused, she started at the vehicle and Antonio inside. Antonio got out and walked to the back of the vehicle. "I mean, we're not going to prom but we should have a personal driver, as it's our first date?" Antonio smiled. He felt confident, as he slowly slid the back door open for Valerya. She, amused like before stepped inside. Antonio closed the door and walked to the other side, where he opened his door again and entered the car. "The Star, Ricardo, The Star." Ricardo looked at Antonio and Valerya, he had a questionable face, but it didn't matter. "What Antonio tells you to do, you do." these were the words of Antonio's dad and Ricardo knew, that if he failed to follow them he will be fired. He drove to the Star, a comfortable, somewhat funky diner in Downtown Los Santos.
The car stopped. Antonio got out of the car, as he walked to the back of the vehicle. It was six fifteen, perfect time, as the band just started playing inside of the Star. It was a '90s jazz band. Antonio opened the door for Valerya, who stepped out, smiling to Antonio. They entered the small diner and took their seats. The band was playing music from the late 90's, Antonio barely knew any of these. "Wow, there's even a band. This place didn't look so good when I browsed it in web... I thought you're poor but. Personnel driver? Man, you're lucky to live a life like that." Valerie's facial expression was really showing out her happiness and her amusement about the place and about Antonio's life, the driver and such. She moved her head in vibe, as the jazz music was playing. The duo spent the night there, at the club, eating, drinking and having fun. Suddenly, it was nine o'clock. Nine-thirty to be exact. "Gosh, it's 9:30 already, Antonio... Shouldn't we go home?" Valerie asked Antonio, as she slowly pushed herself up. Antonio nodded, he pushed himself up too and walked outside with her. The car was waiting. They got inside and drove to Valerie's, where they said their last words to each other and in the end, kissed. The first kiss on Antonio's life. He didn't know what this meant yet, but he was waiting for more.
"HAHA, STOP IT!" Valerie screamed. Antonio was tickling her. After a few months of their relationship going good, they were alone in Valerie's apartment. It was a night of movies. They watched horror movies until midnight. "Ah. It's time to go, I guess." Antonio got up. Valerya yawned and looked at Antonio walking away. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she said: "Why don't you stay here? I got some room in my bed." Antonio froze. Mini heart attack struck him and he turned around, nodding at Antonio. "I think it would be better indeed. I'll go tell Ricardo." Antonio went down and told Ricardo to go away, not literally but basically told him off. He got back inside and saw Valerya laying on the bed already, she wore nothing but her bra and her panties. Antonio walked to the bed. He couldn't believe what was going on with him. He took off his shirt and his pants, remaining in his underwear. Oversized boxers, god damn Antonio, you shouldn't wear these. They laid there. Antonio looked at Valerya, she looked at him. Wow, an amazing love story? Correct? Yeah... Nothing happened other than them having a sexual intercourse in the end? How did it get to it? Figure it out yourself. So, in the morning, both laying there, naked. Antonio didn't understand what he had done and what he involved himself into when he had sex with the daughter of a rich Russian businessman. Nothing in Russia is legal and rich businessmen always encounter illegal activities for their money. But... Where do I even find these freaking things to write about? The story is about someone who has never been mentioned in this story? Well, I am going to prove you wrong soon in the story, but now, just read.
I'll be skipping most of the life of Valerya and Antonio now. Little kid was born nine months after their first sexual intercourse. They named him Richard. Richard Dark. Richard grew up, he got educated and so on. His father was a trusted member of the Mongols Motorcycle club in Los Santos. He was the Road Captain. Business was going good, Mongols had tight relations with Cosa Nostra, La eMe, and the Russian mafia. Through Russian mafia came weapons, La eMe and Cosa Nostra supplied Mongols with drugs. Richard had no clue of Antonio's business until when he turned 18. He found out what was going on with Antonio and thought of entering his life, his motorcycle club. Sadly, he was too late. A war broke down and in front of Richard, more than 20 members of the Mongols MC were killed. It wasn't the first time this kind of stuff had happened, but this time, the opposite part won. Nuestra Familia and a Japanese yakuza planned an attack and it went more than successful. Antonio, Valerya and many dropped prospects, trusted members and high rankings from the club were dropped. Richard was left alive for a message, what messages? Noone knew. Police arrived, many alive members arrived. Noone was saved. Shell casings covered the whole ground and it was a blood path. Richard was dragged away from there and let off after he gave his statements. Around the corner of their clubhouse was a black four-door with four guys sitting in it. They were Russians. Richard walked past the car, but he didn't get past it, as he was dragged inside. A bag was tied around his head and he was driven somewhere. He was dragged out of the car, tossed down on the ground and the bag was taken off of his head. There he was. Nikolai Marazvok, the leader of the Marazvok syndicate. He looked at Richard and started speaking.
"Richard, what happened?"
"These. Asians and red gangbangers... They came. Shot... Left."
" Richard, Valerya was my sister. Someone has to be responsible for her death."
"I know *hands up* man I swear I didn't do it... I.. Didn't."
"No way you did it, idiot. I'm trying to get you out of the problems."
"Richard, I want you to stay in San Fierro. We have some soldiers around here to take care of you, they got you an apartment, a car and so on... GO with these guys."
There was a black SUV standing next to the group. Richard was dragged up and put in the front seat. There was a male sitting on the drivers' seat, he had a hockey mask around his face to hide his identity. They drove, drove and drove. Then, they stopped. Obvious as it is. Richard stepped out, he walked into the apartment complex where the car brought him and saw a letter.
"Richard, if that's you, then welcome to your new home. Your father bought this apartment for business out here and so we thought it's meant for you. The keys are under the mat, take them and enter the house. You have some money and stuff inside, in the closet next to the bathroom door.
Much love and good luck in life, Stokey, and Storm."
Stokey and Storm... Two prospects of Mongols MC in Los Santos. Why did they give him the keys? No clue. Why did they give him money? No clue... Richard walked inside, as he checked around for the money, he took it. There was about 20,000$ in dollar bills. He heard the door open, as he saw the male who had brought him there walk in. He had taken off his mask and his face was visible. He handed an envelope to Richard. It had the car keys, he understood that it was his car now. He nodded to the male and the male walked out of the apartment. Richard closed, locked the door and checked the apartment. Inside of the kitchen, he found about 50 grams of cocaine and two Glock-17 handguns. He understood that it was to get him started. His life began as a whole new one, he was a free-roamer.
When Richard turned 25, he went back to his summer house in Tierra Robada. It was still there but looked worse than ever. He walked inside of his dad's garage and found his Harley Davidson sitting there. He saw the keys on the wall and decided to take the masterpiece of his dad for a ride. His dad called it "beauty" because it was really nice looking. The color was very nice, darker type of orange which made the bike look very-very neat. He enjoyed driving the bike so he decided to take it to his San Fierro Apartment. He drove it home. After a few months, he knew what he was going to do. He attempted to join a couple of motorcycle clubs and after a long time searching, he decided to stick with the Mongols Motorcycle Club in SF.