Bruiser sat in his chair reading his morning paper when a young associate of Frozen came-a-knocking.  Sir, I am sorry to bother you, the youngster said, but Don Kristoff is requesting you come down to the deli and speak with him.  Bruiser nodded and made a motion with his hand as to say “get outta here”.  After folding his paper and taking a large gulp of his coffee, Bruiser stood up and put his coat on.  “I wonder what this could be”, Bruiser thought to himself.  If the Don was asking for you, it would mean one of three things, either you fucked up, he had a job for you, or better yet, perhaps a promotion.

As Bruiser stepped outside the house, he was blinded by the intense sunlight, “Good Lord Bruiser thought, I shouldn’t have stayed out so late last night”.  The night before had been spent with beautiful ladies, fine whiskey and music.  Bruiser got in his Ford and sped down the road to meet the Don.  He didn’t want to keep this man waiting.  Once Bruiser rounded the corner he could see fellow family members hanging outside the deli, one of which was holding a parking spot just in front. “Hey Bruiser, how’s it going” Luigi Trabotti, a young associate said as Bruiser stepped out of his car.  Going good Luigi.  Great to see you.  Where’s the boss, I hear he’s looking for me?  Luigi shut the door of the Ford and said “He’s just inside at his normal table”.

Bruiser entered the deli and nodded to the couple at the counter placing their order.  Ah, there you are, Kristoff said as he motioned Bruiser to sit next to him.  Good afternoon, Don Kristoff, I heard you wanted to see me. Yes, I have some important business I need you to handle, Kristoff said has he poured Bruiser a glass of whiskey.  Things are really looking up in South Philly.  Soon I will assume the role of Godfather and I need an Underboss and I want you to assume that role.  Bruiser let out a sigh of relief, “it was the promotion”, Bruiser thought to himself.  Wow boss, I don’t know what to say, I am honored you have chosen me for this job.  Kristoff drank back his glass and looked at Bruiser, we’ve got a building down on 9^th Street and Passunk Ave near the old Italian Market.  Take a couple of guys down there and get set up.  I’m on it boss, Bruiser said as he stood up and drank back his glass.

I’ll grab ZakhariyKalashov on the way, he’ll help me get everything situated.  Thanks again boss.  Bruiser began to make his way towards the front door when the Don calls him, Bruiser!  Bruiser stops in his tracks and looks back, yes sir?  What are you calling your crew?  I will be following in the footsteps of my great great grandfather who ran a small group of very loyal soldiers in Italy, before coming to America, Fratelli In Armi.

DetroitSimon is in his HQ when he gets the news. He raises a glass, which did not contain milk, in Bruiser's honour.

Dick sips his coffee and nods along, wondering what the Philly expansion will bring. More cheesesteaks? Alkaline batteries to throw at Santa? Fewer teeth? It didn't matter. Dick had Detroit blood running through his veins, which he transported to Las Vegas to conquer the locals.

He continued sipping his coffee, made from the breast milk of one of Motown's original daughters. The former queen of Motown possessed the only dairy product he would put in his coffee. He had literal gallons of it frozen while she was still in her prime. When the breast milk ran out, so would his dairy drinking days. He would never drink milk from an Eik, whatever the fuck that was.