Mikhail sat at his desk in the Soviet State headquarters pondering the smooth running of Las Vegas and how far the proletariat had come.

A shadow slowly lengthened over his shoulder.

Quick as a flash and with his legendary bear like cat reflexes he turned, gun already pulled from a jacket pocket aiming at the cause of the shadow, finger preparing to pull.

In front of him his eyes wide with alarm stood his faithful, deaf mute, consigliere.

"Toaly, just because you can't make or hear a word does not mean you shouldn't make any sort of noise when you enter a room." Mikhail slowly said. Making sure to mouth each word carefully.

The wide eyes of Toaly read what The Godfather was saying and his mouth turned into a grin.

"I am very sorry Godfather, but Mr Bieber is here as you requested." Toaly signed.

"Good, I want you to stay there is something I need you both to know." Mikhail mouthed.

Toaly walked over to the door and pulled it open.

The Bieb strolled in whistling cheerfully. He moved over to the desk and took the proffered chair that Toaly pulled out.

Mikhail began "The Soviet State has prospered well here in Las Vegas. Comrades, we have grown rich and strong. It is time to spread our reach to other parts of the country."

The two men on the other side of the table leaned in to the Godfather's words. Exciting times were happening.

"Justin, you have grown well in Las Vegas. From the street urchin busking your songs on street corners, to working with Godfather Homer, to the crew leader I see before me. I know you have some fantastic people with you and I want you to move to detroit and run operations out of 12th street. I know you will do us proud and soon the sound of like minded comrades will be on every street corner there. Congratulations Comrade."

Bieber smiled and nodded his head, Mikhail turned to his right hand.

"Toaly, since the start you have been next to me. Deaf mute you may be but I could not have found a better sounding board to bounce ideas from. We have seen it all in this world and I appreciate your counsel. It is time for you to move to Bricktown and assume operations there. It will be good to have my most trusted associate as the head of our new Soviet city."

Toaly raised his fist in a triumphant salute/moment of exaltation.

The three men shook hands as they left the room, there was work to do - but first a party.

Homer after having fix six or seven Duff's made his way into the Soviet State's HQ. He frequently does to check up on Mikhail, offering him donuts and duff each and every single time. 

However, whilst he was walking up to the office he noticed JustinBieber and Toaly also sat there. Homer start panicking a little bit, he only bought donuts and beer for Mikhail, not the other two fine gentleman. Nonetheless, he made his way in happy as larry. 

"D'oh people whats the occasion, am I missing something?"

Mikhail took a deep breath before explaining to Homer that both Toaly and JustinBieber had been given the green light to set up operations in Detroit. 

"Toaly, congratulations man, no one deserves this more than yourself. Indeed you have come far for a deaf mute. But you continue surprising us, I'm looking forward to seeing what you build up over there in the Motor City!"

Shaking Toaly's hand, Homers attention then falls on @JustinBieber.

"Well Biebs, what can I say. I remember you coming to Vegas young and hungry, working hard as ever. Your rise to stardom has been quite spectacular. You really are an example of Never Say Never. Congratulations man"

Now gents, lets celebrate this occasion with some beers, drugs and hookers and donuts.

"Mikhail, is your stomach up for joining us?"

He laughs, as he bites into his donut.