In the words of my good friend, BelleCorsica:

I have to say thank you. For reminding  me that the human animal is the  meanest most insensitive animal that walks the earth. So my most heartfelt thank you and utmost gratitude goes to you.

Well, since there's no danger...

GET OUT OF MY FACE AND THESE STREETS. YOU'VE DONE NOTHING FOR THE PUBLIC GOOD! YOUR CONTESTS DON'T FOSTER WRITING, THEY LIMIT IT. THERE HAS BEEN NO CHATTER IN THESE STREETS SINCE YOU CAME AROUND. EVER SINCE THE GOOD FOLKS IN NY DIED (BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR PINKO FRIENDS, I MIGHT ADD) THE STREET HAS BEEN ABSOLUTELY BORING. YOUR STUPID CONTESTS AND SPEECHES ARE JUST A COVER-UP OF THE FACT THAT MIKHAIL'S REGIME IS SO OPPRESSIVE THAT NO ONE TALKS ANYMORE. WE'RE AFRAID. THE BEST THING YOU AND ALL YOUR COMMY FRIENDS CAN DO IS GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR LIVES AND LET US BE. WE DON'T WANT THE CITIES TO BE UNITED; WE WANT THEM TO BE SEPARATE, MAYBE A COUPLE ALLIANCES OR SOMETHING, BUT NOT THIS. THERE'S NO FUN FOR ANYONE BUT THE LIKE 5 PEOPLE WHO RULE THAT ENTIRE DAMN WORLD. YOU'D BE DOING THE GREATEST THING YOU COULD DO BY TAKING YOUR BIG GUN TO YOUR HEAD AND EVERYONE ELSES WHOS INVOLVED.

Dominic walks away feeling satisfied and knowing that he finally let loose.

And then threatened my life because of Grin, you did so this morning. CommissarZverev

Well, I'll surely treat him as I am you. I'd be glad to.

Just further evidence of the sub-par tailor turned sub-par editor being factually flawed, Commissar. I wouldn't pay him much mind. 

Until he gets Made anyway, because at that very moment "[he] can kill you without auth if [he] deem[s] it necessary". A truly terrifying prospect for all esteemed businessmen like ourselves.

Dominic, look, I was born in the Pocky-aisle of a Japanese convenience store, deep in the fishmonger slums of East Palo Alto. I just popped out like a mentos while my fat mother chewed on a stick of jerky she hadn't even bought yet; nude, placenta-covered, a full head of hair and yelling and crying with a man's voice. And as Junichiro the store clerk gently mopped my infant body into the back room, where I would survive off wasabi nuts until I was strong enough to get a job, I resolved to work my way up in life, station by station, until I got to the very top. Today I stand here a full-grown Randy, a man who eats as much junkfood as he wants and goes to bed whenever he likes, and I will be your Junichiro who pushes you towards the road to success: write the Star-Examiner, a paper you claim to write from the year 2019, with as much cynicism and anger as you did that rant, and it might actually be worth reading. 

Here is the thing Commissar, if you’re on their side, The State, then no you aren’t going too far for them. If it is anyone else, then yes, all you do is cross lines and twist words. It’s the old adage, it’s funny when it’s happening to someone else. And because of your backing, who you’ve rightfully aligned with, you have free reign throughout these streets. Where everyone else has to bite their tongues, you speak freely. The mouthpiece always gets off without and blowback.

Now, with that being said, this is the mob, and you are very good at what you do. Rigging competitions, manipulating people, that is what it’s about. How it is supposed to be actually. But that doesn’t mean you deal in honor or respect. You very well may with your higher ups and fellow comrades but, anyone else has never been granted the respect that you claim to deserve. 

Maybe it’s boredom or just how you are wired, you get off on stirring the pot. And once again, you are very good at it. But not everyone needs or wants to listen to it. The majority of those who aren’t with you are either afraid to speak or stay away just to be left alone. Unfortunately, that doesn’t always work either. The entire city of New York, that was of no threat to anyone and was only building things, was decimated because of that fear. 

Yes, Commissar, you’ve gone too far in your fear mongering but only towards those that would even begin to think about standing up to you. From Russia with love and all. 

Come on now, Phillip, lets not get carried away. The Commissar is obviously a very positive influence on this place but "the greatest this place has ever seen?" Wow, that is a bit hard to swallow, isn't it? Have you forgotten about the voluminous works of the mighty sub-par-tailor-cum-sub-par-editor, Dominic?

Oh wait, they are fucking terrible and he's a slimy wretch, so maybe you are right after all.   

It is sad to see someone who work so tirelessly and hard to bring life to the streets be slandered in such a way. CommissarZverev have done so much for this community. Along with the late NotoriousBIG he have spent millions of his own money to create writing competitions to encourage aspiring writers to contribute for all our amusement. Not asking for anything for himself.

I am saddened to see you slander him in such a way PhillipMarleau. You should threat him with the respect he deserves. But no, you continue to rave on. Are you not happy with the death of Destro? Do you want so much to add another notch to your belt?

It pains me to say this friend, and I still hope we can remain friends after tell you the truth you need to hear. But you need to calm down, take a deep breath and think long and hard of how you conduct yourself in the streets. 

Your vendetta against CommissarZverev and his friends needs to stop before you get more of them killed. Please reconsider your hostile attitude.

kong - not quite as slimy as the wretch, Dominic, but certainly not clean by any stretch of the imagination.

She shakes head and leaves the street corner not sure she will ever participate again.

The streets are a joke where people think they can be assholes to others, becasue their bloodline is older.  Well it has been made clear to me after what I have experienced in the last two day  and after I went through my family dairies that unless you are from one of the older bloodlines you are not wanted on the streets and you are held to a different standard.