On a cool January Evening in Venice Beach.   A phone rings in a quiet office building....  "Hello?" Anthony Zerilli answers.  "Hey, I don't have time to talk over the phone.  The G-men and all, but you need to get to my place pronto." It was the voice of his boss Oblivion, and Anthony hung up the phone, and grabbed his coat as he left.

A hour later he walks into the boss' office, and nods his head "You wanted to see me brother?"   Oblivion had gathered VladimirPopov, and a select few other members of the family's inner circle.  "Have I done something wrong boss?" Anthony asks, as Oblivion with the serious look on his face look over at Anthony before pulling out a glass, and the finest bourbon in the city.   "No, nothing wrong just a celebration.  A celebration of expansion here in Venice.  The old man has granted me the right to have somebody else within our organization to better run things.   Anthony my associate, my best man,  my brother.  That is you!"

Oblivion pours a glass of the bourbon, and slides it over to Anthony. "Drink up, and get the fuck outta here, and get to work.  No slacking for you, and good luck."   Oblivion tosses Anthony a set of keys, and as stands up to shake his former Right Hand's hand.   Anthony downs the offered drink before taking the keys and nods.  "Oblivion my friend.  Our lines have crossed alot, and you've always done me right, and I've always worked hard for you.  This my friend is the biggest honor you can bestow on me.   Today a strong Partnership has formed here in Venice Beach.   Oh, and VladimirPopov gather your things you are moving with me."

Anthony spends several minutes socializing with the gathered crowd before disappearing to his new HQ