Jason was born in America, but his parents were from Europe. His father was a russian and mother Albanian. They came to America in the beginning of 1900 and found themselves living in Philadelphia. They had three childrens, and Jason was second of them. At the age of five, Jason's mother died in a car accident and since then Jason's father lost his mind. He started to drink, and wasnt really home. Jason's father some how got arrested once for drug trafficking and sentenced to jail. Jason went to his grandmother and lived with her until he got 15. He was pretty bright head in the school, but as a young boy living in Philadelphia he saw that the life he was living wasnt good enough for him. So he started to hang around with other boys his age. They started to do petty crimes and soon after they started with heavy felonies. At the age of 16 , Jason got arrested for shoplifting and was sentenced to jail for 3 months. The jail experience thought him that if you want to succeed in this world, you need to be violant. But Jason wasnt very violant guy, he liked to use his brains as a weapon, instead of using a baseball bat. After his releasing from jail, he found himself again in a gang of youngsters. Now they started to do some serious crimes, robberies, drug sellings.. anything that made big money. Jason bought himself a gun and started to carry it with him. Once when they went to rob a house of an elder woman, somehow they got caught by that person and Jason flipped out, he shot that woman six times and she died instantly. In a fear of getting caught by police, he ran and went to hide. He changed locations every other day and made some petties to feed himself. Once he got in a fight with some local gang member and broke that member jaw. It turned out that the fella's father was a well known member of Philadelphia's  mafia crime family. He knew he was in a big trouble. The father called Jason to a meeting. Jason was afraid that he would be killed and was scared to death. 
They met in an old warehouse, Jason was searched and then allowed to see the father. The father introduced himself and explained who he was. He wanted to hear what happened to his son and that was Jason involved. Jason told him everything and father believed me. That fathers kid started the fight and he was to blame to. Father saw something in Jason that he hasnt seen for a long time. He saw that Jason was a tough kid and very smart. Not like his own son, a drug addict like he was. He started to like Jason and tood him that if Jason ever need a work, he should call him or send him a message. Jason nodded to the gentleman and said he will. The meeting was soon over and Jason headed back home. 

Jason got up pretty early in the morning, around 6:00 am. He took a shower, got dressed up, ate some breakfast. Since the last meeting with a very important man from local underworld, he sought some bright future for himself. He needed to get some decent work for himself, he didnt wanted to be poor street gangster anymore. He went to see the old man. As he approached the old man's mansion, is was huge and well guarded. He approached the gate when suddenly a guard with dog stepped out of the booth. 
"What you want son?" The guard asked.

"I'm here to see Mr. Provaci, sir. He should be aware of me coming today." Jason answered.

The guard took his walkie talkie and asked from the house security. He got a positive answer and opened the gate. Dog was very angry and barked all the time. Jason walked towards the mansion, as he saw a lot of men with guns walking around the house. The security was very hard here. Jason ringed the doorbell. A black woman, probably a maid, from Africa opened the door and welcomed me. 
Jason walked into big lobby of this mansion, he saw a lot of old pictures on the wall with very famous people. This man liked luxury, it was seen everywhere. 
Mr. Provaci came down from upstairs in a black suit and greeted Jason. They talked a bit and then headed towards the backyard where they could sit and talk. Once outside, Jason noticed a large pool filled with crystal blue water. It was so amazing that he even didnt had seen something in his life. They sat down and Mr. Provaci asked about how things are in Jason life. Jason told his story, everything he remembered, about his father and mother. Mr. Provaci nodded as he listened to Jason's story. When Jason finished, Mr. Provaci asked, that maybe he can help Jason a little. He needed someone who can go a collect some money from certain shops that owed him some money. Jason agreed to do that without any questions. Mr. Provaci said that if Jason will do good job that he would give me more jobs to do. Jason was very thankful to old man and he didnt know what to say. Mr. Provaci gave him a piece of paper, with some local shop names where Jason would had to pick up the money and bring it to him. When meeting was over, the maid walked Jason to the door. Jason stepped out the house with a big smile on his face. 
This should be a good start, he thought to himself as he walked towards the gate.

It was late evening on a Tuesday when Jason had to go and pick up his first envelope for Mr. Provaci from a local business. It was small pizza kiosk, and the owner had to pay for protection services. Jason got there and entered the place. Pizza kiosk owner was behind counter and looked up as Jason walked in. He knew exactly who Jason was and why his here. The pizza owner nodded to Jason and let know that he should come to the back side of the kiosk. Jason followed him to the back, as he was getting through a door that led to the back, he got kicked in his face. Jason fell down, he saw stars flying around as he tried to get back on his feet. He got punched again and he heard some mexican voice screaming something to him. "Puta, puta." He heard.

When Jason finally got his eyes open again he was tied up to a chair. He saw two men standing infront of him and speaking mexican. One of those guys started to speak english, which was pretty bad. 
"You fucking puta, what the fuck you want from here? Didnt I tell Mr. Provaci that I wont pay anymore, I've got new protection now from chinese." He spit on the floor and lighted up a cigarette. 
Jason was still dizzy and his jaw was pretty hurt but he managed to speak somehow.

"Mr. Provaci just sent me here to collect money that you owe him for protection. Thats all I know, I swear." Jason already knew that when he gets out of here, he will fucking kill this mexican bastard and his friend. No matter what.

"Well young fella", pizza owner said, "You can tell your boss that I dont pay and fuck him and his protection". They laughed together like crazy mexican maniacs.

Jason hoped that they wont kill him there, but he wasnt sure. He said that he will deliver the message to Mr. Provaci himself. The pizza owner then nodded to the other guy, that guy approached Jason and kicked him in the face. Jason was unconcious.

"Those motherfuckers, those fucking mexicans, fucking cockroaches". Mr. Provaci was swearing like crazy dog, he was red in his face and Jason thought that old man would get a heartattack if he wont stop. 
"I'm gonna kill them, I swear to god, I will torn them aparts and feed to my dogs." Mr. Provaci said. When he finally calmed down a bit and sat down, he then started to talk about how we should kill them. Jason was sitting there quiet as he could, barely breathing, waited for his orders. Mr. Provaci called few more guys into the room and then he approached me and said. "Jason, you need to go now, I dont want you to be part of this. This will be very violant and can get very messy. I dont want you to be hurt, okay?!" He nodded to the guy near the door and he walked Jason out of the room. 
Jason drove to his home and was little bit upset, but what he could do, nothing. 
While Jason was at home, Mr. Provaci gathered dozen of men and prepared to attack the pizza kiosk. They got armed and drove to the kiosk. Mr. Provaci got out of the car with his men, some of them went to the back side of the kiosk. Mr. Provaci entered the front door and as he was entering the hell broke loose. Bullets started to fly and few men got killed instantly. That crazy bastard pizza owner was hiding behind the counter and was shooting back. At some point Mr. Provaci got hit and his men tried to get him in the car to take him away. They finally got old man at the back seat and drove off. They got him to his mansion and called a doctor.

Jason was home watching a football game when suddenly a phone rang. He picked up the phone and one of Mr. Provaci's men told him to come there as soon as possible. He was about to ask whats wrong, when he heard a beep beep on the other end. Jason quickly gathered his stuff and went outside and started his car. He arrived at the mansion 30 minutes later and was allowed to enter. One of the doormen guided him upstairs where Mr. Provaci was laying down in his bed. As he entered the room, he was shocked. Mr. Provaci had all these wires attached to him and doctor were with him, examining. Mr. Provaci saw that Jason walked in, he nodded to the doctor and doctor left. Old man pointed Jason to sit down. 
"I'm glad you're here Jason. We had some problems with that pizza kiosk owner, thats why I didnt wanted you to come and get hurt. I got hit by a bullet, luckily I will survive, atleast what that fucking doctor said to me." Mr. Provaci coughed few times then continued.

"I want you Jason, to take some of my men and go and finish that mexican bastard. I want him dead."

Jason saw how old man's face started to get red and was heavily breathing. 
"My men will tell you everything you need to know. If you do this for me son, I promise that I will take care of you for the rest of your life." He coughed few more times. 
Jason sat and listened what the old man just said. He was fucking furious, he felt how his anger arised and he wanted to kill that bastard. 
"I will do everything you want Mr. Provaci. It will be taken care. You just try to rest and recover sir." Jason nodded and left the room. 

It was late Friday evening when Jason meet with Mr. Provacis men who were packed with guns. They gave Jason a gun, it was clean one, no registered, nothing. They got into the car and drove near the pizza kiosk. They waited in the car for a proper moment to attack. It was decided that Jason will kill the owner. Jason insisted it, because he promised that he will kill this mexican cocksucker. At around 9 o'clock when pizza kiosk was pretty empty and they wanted to close the kiosk, Jason stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance. He had a cap on his head, so that he couldnt be recognized. At the same as he started to approach the door, the owner came to lock the door from the inside, when Jason pulled out his gun, pointed at the mexican bastard and pushed the trigger. At the same time the owner froze behind the door and his eyes went wide as he recognized the shooter. He didnt even tried to run this time, he knew he was dead in a second. A loud pop blasted through the air as Jason fired from the gun. Bullet went through the door window and hit the owner in the face. He was dead instantly. Jason looked at his dead body, made one more shot to be sure and said. "Fuck you, you mexican motherfucker. I said I will kill you. I am a man of my word. Mr. Provaci sends his regards." Jason spit on him and walked away. He got back to the car and they drove off. 

Jason arrived back to the old mans mansion and got to his room. Old man was in his bed but awake. As Jason walked in, Mr. Provaci pointed to take a seat. Jason sat down and was ready to listen what the old man was about to say. 
"Jason, son, you did very good job, I'm proud of you. That mexican cocksucker deserved this." He made a pause.

"Look Jason, as you see I'm not ready yet to manage my businesses on a everyday basis, so I need someone I trust to manage it all. And I believe that you're the right person for that." He looked deeply in Jason eyes. Jason was a little bit nervous and happy at the same time.

"Jason, in a few days, theres gonna be a big business to be done. A large package will arrive to one of my warehouses. I need you to go down there and make sure that the delivery will be put in trucks and delivered to another warehouse. I need everything to go as smooth as possible, no interventions please."

Jason lighted up a cigarette and said. "Mr. Provaci, it will be done sir. You can count on me, it will be handled very professionally and quickly."

"I am very grateful for this opportunity sir, and for everything else you have done to me. You have been more father to me than my own father, who I barely knew. And I'm very thankful for that. I wont dissapoint you."

Old man nodded to Jason and told him that his mens will provide me with all the details he had to know about upcoming operation. Jason walked out of the mansion and got in his car. He was ready.

It was sunny Friday morning when Jason woke up. His gonna have a big and very important job today, that he cant fuck up. But as always, when you making business with russians, you never know what can happen. He took a shower, shaved himself and had a wonderful breakfast. Since Jason was making a lot more money these days, he rented an apartment for himself. But he was still visiting his grandmother sometimes and gave her some money aswell, for all these years that she helped him. He will forget it. Grandmother knew what Jason was doing, she didnt agreed with it but Jason was a grown man now and he had to take the responsibility if something goes wrong. 
By the 3 o'clock afternoon Jason was ready and went to meet Mr. Provaci's men. They sat down and discussed all the details, made few back up plans aswell, in case something goes very wrong. They had all the trucks they needed to carry the cargo and everything was set up. At 7 o'clock they started to drive to the warehouse. They arrived to the place and parked their trucks. Jason got out of the truck and went to see the delivery. It was very big delivery and probably very expensive aswell. He took a look at the containers and when he sure that everything was in perfect conditions, he nodded to his men. When guys started to come of the trucks, suddenly a police sirens started to appear. For Jason it seemed like an ambush, and he was pissed as hell. He took out his gun and shouted to his men that its time to move. "Lets go, lets go." He shouted them.

Men started their trucks when suddenly police arrived and blocked their way. Jason jumped out of the truck and started to run away. Few men got arrested at the scene, but Jason had some luck. He ran trough the backyard into an empty warehouse and through that empty warehouse he managed to avoid the cops and got away somehow. As he was walking the streets to hide himself somewhere, he wondered what the fuck happened back there. "Who tipped the cops? Were they russians or did the cops knew about the operation?" Jason was confused and upset. He finally managed to get to his apartment. He grabbed few things and left the apartment, because the cops probably knew where he was living. He found a phonebooth and dialed the old mans mansion. "Hallo?" Someone answered the phone.

"Its me Jason, someone tipped the cops or fuck knows, but police was all over the place. I somehow managed to get away but others got caught." He waited for some answers on what to do next.

"Go to the safehouse and stay there, Mr. Provaci will get in contact with you." They hanged the phone.

Jason pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighted one up. Took a long puff of it and started to walk towards the safehouse...

While walking the streets, Chalk sees a strange man, conversing with himself as if he were more than one person, telling a strange story to himself, and then replying to himself. "Strange times we live in." He thinks to himself. "Where's the interaction, the interest, the communication and activity? These aren't the streets as they are meant to be."

He was been in the safehouse for few days now, he went out only at nights to bring some food for himself. He was very cautious. One evening when he went to check the messages that he waited from the old man, he finally got one. 
"Jason, son, meet me in my house, tomorrow at 11 o'clock. We need to talk." 
Jason started to wonder what the old man wanted from him. At first he didnt thought or realize that that meeting would be his worst and at the same time his luckiest day of his life. Next day when it was time for the meeting, Jason took a gun with himself, just for the protection, since he still didnt knew what that old man wanted, maybe it was an ambush, who knew. He arrived to the mansion, the gate guard recognized him and let him through. Jason walked inside the house and went to the guest room. It was very quiet somehow and he didnt felt right. As he stood there and smoked a cigarette, Mr. Provaci came downstairs with a walking stick in his right hand. He smiled as he saw Jason.
"Please, take a seat Jason." He pointed to the chair.

"Firs of all, I'm really sorry about what happened in that warehouse. I found out that the police were investigating those russians for some time and when that shipment finally arrived on the U.S soil, the feds decided to take a move. Unfortunately for us, we were at the same place with them." He took a deep breath and continued.

"Jason, I want you to do me a little favour. You see, those russians cocksuckers, they managed to infiltrate in my organization. They had a spy and I found out who it is. Its Michael, my own right hand." He stood up, poured some coffee for himself and sat back down.

"Jason, I want you, you make him dissapear. That little rat must go. I hope he doesnt suspect something yet, but he has to go. Since Michael has been with me all these years, his very smart and he knows a lot of things, which can make me look very bad. And I can't make that happen."

He took a little sip from his coffee.

"I will tell him, to Michael, to come and pick you up from the safehouse and you will go for a ride. When you arrive at the certain warehouse to pick something, then you will wack him. Put him in the trunk and leave him under the bridge. Let it be a message that I, Salvatore Provaci, will kill everyone who dares to step against me."

Jason nodded to the old guy and told him that it would be an honour and that it will be taken care off. They drank a little raki together and the  Jason left the mansion and went to his safehouse. He started to prepare himself for next chapter of his life..

Jason was ready for being picked up by Michael, who supposed to be here around 10 o'clock. Jason was ready as he could. He did cleaned the gun, and made everything sure that it wont jam or anything. He heard a car horn from outside and he went downstairs. He saw Michael leaning against the car, smoking cigarette as he walked to the car. "Morning Michael, nice to see you." They shaked hands.

"Its nice to see you aswell Jason, glad that you made it from that damn warehouse. It was fucking mess to be honest. Those russians fucked up everything." Michael throw his cigarette to the road and sat in the car.

"Well, russians always fuck up everything, history shows it." Jason said and smiled as they started to drive.

Jason was a little bit nervous but he managed to not show it. Michael felt pretty safe with him and that was good thing. It will make the job easier for Jason. They arrived at this empty warehouse and got out of the car. Michael said he will take a bag with him from the trunk and as he opened the trunk to get the bag, Jason pulled out the gun and shot him in the head. Michael collapsed immediately and fell to the ground. Jason pulled him up and slided his dead body to the trunk and closed it. He sat behind the wheel and started the car. "Left it behind the bridge" he remembered the old mans words. He drove back to the city and went to the bridge. He parked the car under it, made sure nobody saw him and left the scene.

When he got few blocks away, he saw a phonebooth. Dialed the old mans mansion number and told that it was done. 

Jason got a message from Mr. Provaci who wanted to see him in person. Jason got showered and shaved, clothed himself in a blacksuit and was ready for the meeting. He drove to the old man's mansion and the gate guard let him in. He walked into the house and waited in the lobby. Mr. Provaci soon came downstairs and hugged Jason. They walked to the guestroom and sat down. 
"Jason my dear son, you have proved yourself over and over and you have been very loyal to me. It's an honour to have you here with me. Last job was carried out perfectly and it did sent a really good message to all underworld members." He stood up and poured some coffee for himself.

"Jason I believe its time for me to pay my respect to you. Please stand up son." Jason stood up and correct himself.

"Jason, from this day on, you are welcomed to my family and this organization. You have been proved your loyalty to me and done very good job. Today I will make you a full member of this organization. You are now a mademan, no one can fuck with you anymore. The word will be sent out to everyone. Welcome Jason, I'm proud you're with us."

Jason stood there and he felt joy in his heart. He was finally made his way to the top and he will continue his journey. He thanked Mr. Provaci and kissed him on the ring. Mr. Provaci cut his finger and took few blood drops and burned it with a little card in his hand. Mr. Provaci said few words and Jason repeated them. He was now a full member, a MadeMan. 
 

End of the story.