Mikhail ran the back of his arm across his mouth, wiping the blood from his lip. He wasn't quite sure how he ended up here, only that he had been desperate to come to America, the land of opportunity. There was money to be made and women to be had. He looked around the darkened room. It smelled of sweat and booze. The crowd was chanting and out of the corner of his eye he saw the fist heading straight for his face. He wasn't sure how much more of these fights he could take. He ducked down and ran full strength at the man, growling loudly as he knocked him to the floor and began pummeling him with his fists. He could barely hear the crowd now over the roaring in his head as he savagely attacked the man beneath him. 

He continued to beat the man until someone ran out of the crowd and pushed Mikhail over to stop the fight. The man on the ground was unconscious. Just like all of the other men who were forced to fight Mikhail. He heard the loud roars of cheering as the bookies had to start paying out their customers since he won another fight. The count was eight. Eight consecutive fights Mikhail had one and maybe his last one. His last opponent was said to be the absolute best, Ramone "the Physique". Mikhail took him down in the second round. It wasn't an easy task like his first few fights but he got it done nonetheless. 

After the fight he went over to his keeper to demand for his freedom. That was the deal... win against Ramone and his so called "debt" was repaid. The debt of being smuggled out of the Soviet Union and then a month of horrible sea was worth a pretty penny to the right person. For Mikhail it was survival.

"I won. We're even..." Mikhail said to Ivan, the man who smuggled him. 

"You did win and we are even. However I may have another opportunity for you. Except this one is for someone much more connected than either of us." Ivan said as he counted his winnings from Mikhail's last fight.

"You know of the Farm? Wayne to be specific?"

Mikhail shook his head as he continued to chug down some water.

"Well he's a well known guy out of South Philly. He was sitting behind the ring girls watching you fight tonight and he gave me his card. He said to head out to the Farm when you get your shit together. He said he may have a job for the Soviet Bear."

Mikhail took the card from Ivan. Mikhail read the card and it said "It's a great day for hay". He didn't know what to think at first but if he could get a fresh start, he was ready for it.

Mikhail traveled to South Philly from New York. The drive across the open country was quite nice compared to an overcrowded vessel sailing across the Atlantic for a month. He had paid a man from some of the money he had been given from Ivan. Afterall, he made Ivan a very wealthy man. When he arrived to South Philly he had to ask around about the Farm. He wasn't too sure of how he could link up with Wayne. Mikhail entered the local pawn shop to ask about the Farm.

"Hey comrade, you guys know Wayne? Something about being on a Farm..." he asked as he walked into the run down establishment.

"Wayne? Yeah I know about the man. Real connected. Hey actually I've been meaning to take something out back to him. Can I pay you to take it to him?" asked the bald headed man behind the counter.

He nodded as he followed the owner out back. As he walked through the front of the store, he saw the man had a few nice things for sale. A 1911 with a hammer and sickle caught his eye. 

"Instead of paying me, how about you just give me that gun behind the counter? The 1911.", Mikhail asked.

The owner immediately stopped walking and went to grab the gun for Mikhail.

"Thats a fair trade for me. I can't sell this damn thing anyways."

Mikhail took the gun from the owner and slipped it inside his waist band after he inspected the chamber. It wasn't loaded yet but he knew he could flash it if anything were to go down. As they got out back, there was a brand new John Deere tractor. It looked fresh out of the factory. Didn't even look like the paint was completely dry, thats how new it looked.

"Soooo uhhh, you want me to take this to Wayne? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?" annoyed Mikhail asked.

"You drive it. Its not a bad ride, might just take you a few days. But hey you got a nice new pistol to use if anyone tries to give you any shit."

Mikhail wondered if he had made the right decision to take this on... he did like his new soviet pistol. 

"This Wayne guy that connected? Good for work?"

The old man nodded. And that was all Mikhail needed to hear. He jumped on top of the tractor and turned the key in the ignition. He slowly backed it up and turned out of the yard it was in. He tried to push the accelerator as hard as he could to get it going but it only went about 10 miles per hour.

"Mother fucker... this is going to take forever."

He started to drive south towards the farmland. 

As Mikhail started on his long drive toward the farmland of Philadelphia, he had an usual encounter...

"You were everything to me! I fucking loved you!", shouted this voluptuous red headed women who was barely able to keep her tits covered in a loose night gown from the night before. "Take your shit with you." 

Mikhail couldn't see who she was shouting at but it must have been a man who broke her heart. He was already outside of town and to see this women just tossing shit from a car was truly entertaining. But he still couldn't see who the beautiful women was shouting at.

"Babyyy babbyyyy, I am not into that broad... I swear." said in an English accent that Mikhail still couldn't put a face on. He decided to park the tractor and see who this stud was. Especially since it seemed like multiple women were after him. He jumped off the vehicle and walked towards the car. As he approached, he almost got hit in the face with a bag that was thrown just passed his head. He continued to hear shouting but he couldn't make out what was being said. The red head rushed passed Mikhail and jumped into her and drove off. As he got to the back of the car, he saw all the bags and luggage just laying there. Still no one around to make any sense of this.

"Hey buddy you gotta help me. Psst down here."

Mikhail looked down to where the sound was coming from and he was fucking astonished. It was a god damn ToiletBrush. He had little arms and legs and stood no more than 18 inches tall. What the fuck is happening?!?!

"Ehhh she'll be back. They always do.", said the tiny ToiletBrush. Still confused, Mikhail gazed over him... "What the fuck does this guy have? He must be packing...", Mikhail thought to himself.

"Hey come on man, help a brother out here. Grab a bag and let's go." demanded the cleaning tool. Mikhail didn't know what else to do but listen. It was rather convincing and Mikhail didn't have too many comrades yet. He grabbed the small size bags and placed them on tractor.

"My name's Mikhail, how about yours? And I'm going south comrade. You really wanna ride with me? I'm going to a place called the Farm to meet a man named Wayne. Not sure if that fits your fancy."

Mikhail still couldn't believe he was talking to a mother fucking toilet brush. Its legs and arms were so small and dainty... he wondered how did he meet a women's needs. Especially one of the caliber from earlier. She was one the most prettiest women he's ever seen in his life.

"Lets go mate, hurry up man. Its going to be dark soon, we need to get going. I'll explain how I have a massive sexual appetite that is only rival by my large cock later. LETS GO."

Mikhail finished loading the bags and jumped on top of the tractor. His new companion climbed upwards as well. He could really move... maybe thats how he was in with the red head...