The salt air of the Atlantic Ocean whipped across the Brighton Beach boardwalk in cold, biting gusts, carrying the scent of brine, fried piroshki, and approaching winter frost. A motorcade of six black armored Escalades pulled up before the grand entrance of the Tatiana Restaurant on Brighton Beach Avenue. Flashing blue emergency strobes of off-duty NYPD escorts illuminated the neon signs of Little Odessa, while thirty armed Bratva soldiers in…
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