I just tend to mind my own business wherever I am, and stay out of neighborhoods I’ve no need to be in.
I remember the Russians from my Sherman Oaks/Van Nuys days. I used to drink at a neighborhood Irish bar, owned and operated by a guy from Dublin. Everyone (almost) who worked there was from Ireland. The bartenders had no problem getting into fights if provoked. But when guys from the Russian gangs came in for a drink, the bartenders never pushed back with an attitude.
Bro, so here’s the story:
A beautiful, & I mean beautiful girl named Natasha comes to my office. Fr, looked like a straight Barbie Doll. She comes in dressed really nice, chest out w sunshades. Now, by nature I’m personable, so I’m keeping it professional while being personable. She’s hella stoic, no smile, no nothing. I asked her about Sherman Oaks & how she like it, short convo. That day she insured a Benz G-Wagon & SL-Roadster.
1 month later, she’s late on her bill, so I give her a reminder call. No answer; so this guy comes in & introduces himself as her son (mind u, she was 33 & this dude claimed to be 18). He says from now on, u’ll be dealing w/ me. Told him I need her authorization due to legalities. I speak to a woman, but it don’t sound like Natasha, but it’s w/e. So dude switches out the G-Wagon for an E-coupe & the SL for a BMW 6 series. Brother this happens every month, until my underwriters red-flag the account.
All the phone numbers we had on file mysteriously disconnect. 3 weeks later, I get pulled in ?’d about the file & I was then informed that several offices were used to insure stolen vehicles in an elaborate scheme. All same M.O, beautiful girl, seeks male agents, then a guy handles all transactions thereafter, flipping stolen cars.
