I paid a Monrovian doctor twenty dollarsto remove the lead from Vitaly's bodyand write a bogus death certificate.I should've paid more.I've smuggled millions of rounds of ammunition,and the bullet that lands me in jail...is found under my dead brother's rib.Yuri Orlov.We're with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms.Let me guess.This is not about the alcohol or the tobacco.Crimean Restaurant.Both my sons are dead.
