A few hours prior...

Mirko was sitting at the kitchen table eating a nice sandwich filled with fresh cuts of meat and cheese when Koyuki, Insomnia, and RomanReigns came walking in. They looked serious so he put down his sandwich and cleaned up his face...

"What's up guys? Everything okay?" He inquired hoping that one of them would start talking before the silence became awkward.

Insomnia and Roman looked at Koyuki to speak with grim looks on their faces...

"We need to talk Mirko. We heard that you decided to start expanding into the liquor business pretty aggressively." He said as he didn't break eye contact.

"Yeah, but it's to earn some good cash for the crew..." He began to explain as Koyuki put his hand up for him to stop.

Insomnia got up and went to stand in the doorway. Roman got up and stood behind Mirko. Koyuki sighed before continuing to speak. Everything was starting to feel a bit dizzying as Mirko was unsure of what was happening. Did he truly do something wrong? Was this the end of his journey in America?

"We want you to keep going with it. Just....not based here with Distortion. We want to see you with your own crew so you can focus on the liquor business." With that a smirk appeared on all their faces and a face filled with relief could be seen on Mirko.

"You guys really know how to ruin a guys appetite! The theatrics really weren't needed!" He joked as his relief turned to excitement.

"Eh, I think it's better that way. More fun for us before you go off on your own. Well, I guess not on your own since I'm sure Jaspops and Marchetta will be going with you. We'll get together later after you got check out your new HQ." Koyuki finished up everything by handing over a set of keys to Mirko.

The sound of those keys jingling was music to his ears...

It had been some time since Mirko's ancestry had found themselves at the head of a new criminal organization. He was honored by the fact that Koyuki asked him to help rebuild the great city of New York. The slow build up of his liquor business was the perfect thing to center the new crew around. That was the direction they would go....liquor. It was important though, during these times of rebuilding the criminal underworld around the nation that he bring himself to the streets. 

Good evening fellow mafioso of these seven great cities...

I find myself tonight setting up a nice headquarters here in New York City underneath Koyuki and Distortion. A helping hand in the rebuilding effort after the devastating conflict we saw not too long ago. We are a up and coming group in the liquor business based on....you guessed it, Bowery Street. So, if you're in need of some liquor then come by for a chat.

I want to also take some time to extend an open invitation to chat to those who call Las Vegas' Paradise district home. We are a crew that will be looking to grow with talented mafioso in our ranks. While I'd rather allow a one on one conversation to tell you what you may need or want to know about myself or this crew, I will take some time now to tell you a bit about us.

We are as stated before, a crew that is centered around the liquor business. Past that we will be looking to help build a strong Business District in New York whether that be with the businesses we start up or the ones we support. I also hope to have people who can have a strong street presence in whatever way they deem fit and lives up to the standards of Bowery Street. I will do my best to support you however I can whether you wish to tell stories, write a paper, or start debates with your fellow mafioso. I will not force any way of living upon you. Your life of crime will be however you wish to mold it. 

Now, if you wish to know more then feel free to drop me a line or one of my hands. We'd be happy to discuss a future here with us in New York. I'll leave it at that since now it is time to do a bit of celebrating with my fellow New Yorkers and anyone else who wants to join in on the fun. I thank you for your time.

With that Mirko made his way back to Distortion HQ for a bit of celebrating before fully settling in at their new HQ on Bowery Street...

Insomnia was munching on the sandwich Mirko had made and forgotten on the table, finishing every last bite Insomnia wipes his hands off by patting Mirko's shoulder.

"Congratulations my friend! Our lineage goes way back and I couldn't be more proud to see you being given this opportunity. I know you'll do some great things for our beloved city."

Bowing his head out of respect Insomnia looks up at Mirko and shakes his hand while sliding a neatly wrapped box of cigars into his jacket pocket.  Insomnia lights up a cigarette and gives a wink before joining the after party for some much needed liquor.

Koyuki listened with a smile as Mirko spoke and once he finished he applauded him. "Well said and I couldn't be happier to have you working with me here in Brooklyn. I know you'll do right by this city... not to mention make lots of people happy with the fine booze your distillery produces!". Koyuki even took a moment to think how he might have to get Mirko to exclusively provide Booze for The Distortion Head Quarters once things settled down for him. Koyuki waved over an associate the rushed over with a bottle that he looked at for a moment before showing it to Mirko who quickly noted that it was a 25 year old bottle of Scotch. "No offense to your distillery buddy but I thought we all might enjoy some already aged whiskey to celebrate this fine occasion."
After making their way inside Koyuki grabbed a few glasses handing one to Insomnia, RomanReigns and of course the man of the hour MirkoFritzinger himself before pouring each one a glass. As they raised their glasses together Koyuki cleared his throat and said "To Mirko may your distillery prosper and continue on long enough to produce some finely aged scotch just like this!". As the glasses clanked together each of them downed the scotch savoring and acknowledging the distinct flavor that time and effort had put into it. 

It's not everyday you see a long standing friend achieve greatness, but hell if anyone deserved this promotion Mirko was without a doubt one of them. A full-fledged Italian gangster with a German name, weird? Well, a hardworking guy as well if that doesn't make it weirder, although one could argue that is probably his German vein acting up.

Marchetta stood amid the crowd that was now listening to Mirko and after taking a hip flask from his jacket's inner pocket, he raised it proudly in his friend's direction with a cheers, and took down a long drag.

After spending the morning dumpster diving in the back alley of MirkoFritzinger's new distillery, Barf found what he was looking for. Unscrewing the jar labeled acetaldehyde (heads), Barf takes a small sip. His eyes go instantly crossed. Perfect.

Wandering his home city Brody noticed a small gathering with some faces he had seen around town plenty of times. Saw his old boss Koyuki and decided to stand on a stool to peek over the crowd. He heard a few things he liked during the speech, like Mr. MirkoFritzinger drive to help the city's business district. From owning a local business in New York, Brody knew there was a need for a larger presence. 

As the unfamiliar face speech ended, he saw his old boss and dear friend RomanReigns celebrating. He looked over his shoulder and noticed, Insomnia eating the speakers leftover sandwich. He knew Insomnia to be crazy, but not that crazy. I guess when you've known someone that long he's your brother anyway. As the crowd starts to dissipate, Brody took this time to introduce himself to the new crew leader in the City. 

"Hello Mr. MirkoFritzinger, nice to meet you. I hope you much success here in NY and even more in the business district. If I can ever lend you a hand from Manhattan, never hesitate to reach out to us. I'll be sure to stop pass sometime to see how business is going. 

Brody looked at Insomnia one more time for eating that sandwich before he tipped his joint in the air, as he stepped out of the spotlight