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North Miami is a small city with an area of ​​only 16 square kilometers and a population of more than 25.9, only 7 minutes away from the famous Florida city of Miami.

Along with Finnish, French, Italian, South African, Israeli, and Turkish immigrant communities throughout Greater Miami, it has become the largest Russian immigrant community in the United States.

The entire immigrant community is not only home to legal, illegal, rich and poor Russian immigrants, but also a "Russian gang" with the same criminal characteristics as the "Haiti gang" and "Cuban gang".

The Russian restaurant that Gloria walked into was one of the Russian-style restaurants opened by Igor Kapralov, the owner of the "Russian Gang".Its luxurious office on the second floor controls Russian call girl service investment projects throughout the Miami area.

Since today is Christmas, one of his important American clients named Camilla, a Russian girl, to provide him with pornographic services, so Igor planned to ask two assistants to send Camilla to the client himself.

Surprisingly, Camilla ran away on Christmas Eve last night.When Igor learned about this, he pointed a gold version of the Magnum III semi-automatic pistol at Yakov's forehead and shouted, "Even if you turn Miami upside down, you have to find this bitch. !"

"Boss, Yakov and Valery are back." A bald Russian man covered in tattoos and wearing jeans and a tank top said to Igor as he walked into the office with an envelope.

"Well, you're back? Did you find that bitch?" While speaking, Igor picked up the envelope and looked at the thousands of dollars in cash inside.

"Well, no."

"What? You tell 'em if they can't find that bitch, they'll throw themselves into the swamp to feed the crocodiles!"

"Boss, but they brought back a white girl. Well, I think that girl is not bad."

"My Belarusian brother, what our client needs is Camilla!! Ugh, is that the name of the bitch?"

The bald man smiled, "Yes, boss. But I believe that after you see that white girl, you will definitely forget that name and that Chechen bitch."

Igor nodded thoughtfully, "I hope so."

At this time, Gloria sitting at the dining table was devouring a traditional Russian meal: goulash, black bread, black caviar and a bottle of grapefruit-flavored vodka.

Valery, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but feel a little disgusted by her behavior, "Are you really fucking American?"

Gloria finished chewing the beef in her mouth, and then took a sip of vodka from the glass, "Of course."

"Uncultured Americans are always so self-righteous."

"Well, I am indeed an orphan who only exists in the foster care system and grew up in various foster families. However, I am not self-righteous."

"I can see it. Self-righteous Americans always look down on other countries, other ethnic groups and their languages." Valery actually believed her nonsense.

"Uh, why? Because I speak Russian?" Gloria picked up the bread, spread it with butter and black caviar.

"Maybe. Tell me, why do you want this job?"

"Money. I've told you I'm an orphan."

"No, you need more than dollars. What else do you want?"

"Uh, big house, warm family or an AI car?"

"Nonsense!" Valery said disdainfully.He felt that there seemed to be something always hiding in the dark shadows in the girl's eyes.

"Okay, I'm done eating. Uh, can I use this as a mortgage for the meal?" Gloria said as he took out the tablet smart computer from his lower back.

"Uh, stolen it?!"

"Yeah. I'm an orphan and I have to learn how to support myself in this society."

"All right. But it's only worth the price of black bread."

"No problem, I can pay for the rest in installments."

Yakov walked to the dining table and said to Valery, "Take her to the office."

Valery nodded, "Let's go. White girl, what's your name?"

Gloria said a name offhand, "Uh, Joe."

"Bitch, I'm asking for your last name." Yakov said.

"It's Joe, no surname." Gloria replied very calmly.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, what the client needs is a bitch who can't speak, but can only bark!" Yakov smiled ferociously.

The three came to the office on the second floor, Yakov smiled and said to Igor, "Boss, what do you think of her?"

Igor leaned on the swivel chair behind the desk, picked up a bottle of vodka and mixed it in his glass.He squinted at Gloria and said in Russian, "Well, it does look a lot like that Camilla."

After looking around and observing the layout of the office, Igor and his men, Gloria asked in Russian, "Hello, I'm Joe. How much will you pay me if I accept this job ?”

"20% of your weekly job pay. Remember, every week!"

"So, I'll only get $1600 after a week?"

"Yeah. There are tons of Russian girls out there clamoring for the job, if that's too little for you."

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