The Gvardia Family || San Fierro's Main Power || Best criminal group of 09/10/11

[Antonio.]

I don't get it?

[Roman]

I don't get it?

Good for you!

[Petar]

I don't get it?

I don't either

[Aksel]

Roman, that car is gay, seriously.
What kind of a MALE person would drive around in a Mazda?

[Roman]

Roman, that car is gay, seriously.
What kind of a MALE person would drive around in a Mazda?

What is your f**king problem about Mazda?

Character Story,

 I was born in San Fierro in late 80's, somewhere around the Queens. My mother did not want to have me, so she left me on the streets. Next morning, I was picked up by a milkman, the guy who was delivering milk around the area. That was 1980, August 4th. I was happy enough to find myself in such a good neighborhood. I was given for an adoption. People were changing, I was growing up. At the age of 5 I went to pre-school, later on I was moved to the first grade because of my skills. my step parents were happy about that, and I did not want them to regret in me, so I forgot about my friends, life, all I was doing is studying, day by day. My step mom was already 67, and I knew, by the age I am 18, she will not be with me. In 1987, my father was killed in a street fight, but as cops said there were not enough evidence for jailing the murderer. We had to deal with that, and see that guy who killed my father every god-damn day. That guy was a mechanist in our City Car Service. We had no choice. By the age of 9 I learned English, Spanish, French and Chinese, people didn't realize that all I was doing is studying day by day, in my small room, where I had only 1 bed and 2 chairs, one of which was used as a table.
     On 1997, my mom passed away, and I had nobody to stay with, nor I wanted people to know I am alone, because they would send me orphanage, which would screw my entire life up completely. That was tough, but I still was hoping for the best, by working as hard as I could. I became a bartender of a casino, in Las Venturas. I met a man, who was driving there every day, and who also was giving me a ride down there daily. I had to take a home school, so I could have worked at mornings, and studying at nights. Again, I had no other choice. I was asking that guy what he was doing out there, but he never told. He was becoming mad every time I ask, so I stopped after a while. We never talked in the car. Ever.
     I was making as little as $9 a month, which was only enough for water, bread, and some treats, when I was saving cash. One day, I stayed later then I was suppose to, I told Eugene that I will stay out of casino as soon as I am done with my job, he was wondering if I want to finish it the next day, but it was Saturday, and yet, I had nothing to do this evening. As soon as Eugene left, I considered some guys came in, I told that we're closed, but instead of listening to me, I was ignored and they went though to managers room. They had guns. Lots of them. I think they knew what they were doing, and I did not want to mess the situation up. I stayed away, as I was told, I locked the door, and left the key on the other side of the building, outside on the patio, under an old black chair. I never saw our manager again.
     Of course I told about this to Eugene, and he said nothing but business. I was shocked, literally. One day later, I decided to go with Eugene as usual, but I followed him until the place he went. I found out that he was talking to some people, they all were armed. It was an old factory right behind the Casino. Then that guy, as I heard his name was Antonio, locked the entrance, which means there were no way out of there. I was hiding behind the desk, and I was listening to them. Eugene was talking about some stuff, I did not hear what it was, but Eugene and Antonio were not armed. I got scared a little bit, but everything seemed to be okay. That armed people were only a bank security who was going to transfer casino's earned cash to some bank, in San Fierro. Later on that day, I told him that I saw.

     -What did you see, - asked me Eugene
     -Money transferal! - answered I
     -How the hell did you get there and why you were after me? - he shouted.

Then he pulled over and came out of the car. He took me out of the car, and asked me again,
     -What did you see, - he asked again
     -Nothing much! Only the deal! - Good. Good for you, son.
     -You know, - he said, you have to study. I want you to quit the job, and study as hard as you can, for the god's sake.
     -But I will not survive then!, - I replied
     -How, dont you have a mother or so?, - Not that I know of, my step mother died last year.

He didn't say anything, he dropped me off at my house, and came in with me.
   
     -Gosh, how do you live here?, - he didn't look good that moment.

     The walls were all scratched, dead rat in the right corner, no carpets, broken window, smashed with a chair 3 years ago by my step father who wasn't himself those days, right before he was killed. Kitchen? There was nothing in there, no fridge, nothing. Only one tiny table, sticking out of a floor, with trash all over it. Garden with 10 feet grass on it, tries. Living room had alot of bugs in it, it was extremely hot that spring, and I kept my windows open. Chinese picture on the wall and black, as mom used to say "We bought it in 1967 and it is still with us!", which meant to be 30 years until the current day. Eugene took me away from that place, and we came over his house. I never saw such amazing thing like grill, real meat, can you imagine? Pork, tomatoes, real freaking food. He said I am welcome as long as I want to. I felt bad for it. But I decided not to come back to my house. Never. Ever again. In 3 days he brought $20,000, and handed it over. He said this is my money. I didn't know what for, at the beginning, but as he said he sold my house, this was the full profit of it. I thanked him. He wanted me to keep cash for college.
     He was helping me all the time, whenever I ask him to, he was always there to help. I was helping him around the house while he was working, I tought myself to cook, and I was doing great on it. I never knew what was his job. Since today. When he came back with 6 people, 2 of them were shot. One guy, Antonio, I knew him from the factory case, was helping another guy, as I found out later was Peter. He was shot in his breast, I did not know what was happening. Leon and Eugene was helping Murdock up, Cofiliano , as Eugene called him, I guess by name, went out with Andy and Mike. He said them to lock up the gates and put some explosive on it. I asked what can I do to help, I was going to call to police for an ambulance, but Petar grabbed the phone and destroyed threw it on the floor, he said there is no way I can get cops on here. I was told to bring some stuff out, and help to take the bullet off. I did everything they told me, and it worked out for us.
     The next day, Eugene said me what they were doing, and who they are. That was a Gvardia Mafia, now I know what they were doing - they were owning almost whole city of San Fierro. I was invited to join, I agreed right away. Now it is 2010, I am 30 years old with my family. Doing daily stuff. Things has changed, though. I became San Fierro Mayor, that made some things alot easier for us. I was, I am and I will be doing the job I am told to, any time, anywhere, with anyone, as long as I am being told by them. We are family, we were made to help each other. We are the Gorgeous Family from Queens, the Gvardia Family. Family from Queens. I will never back down.


Cheers,
Roman Gvardia.

[Aksel]

What is your f**king problem about Mazda?

It's literarilly gay.

[Murt]

It's literarilly gay.

And I say good bye to you, so bye!

[BrandonV]

Roman, that car is gay, seriously.
What kind of a MALE person would drive around in a Mazda?

Better then no car at all.

[Stealth_Killer]

Well, i was born in 4th of February 1994 and i still have to wait 2 freaking years to get a car (I want a C30, looks nice :p - with gulfwings)

[Tomica]

Mazda is great car, Japanese made...But there is one problem, Roman must learn to drive.

[Cofiliano]

I am not surprised that you have not accepted defeat, really.

I am not surprised that you are actually bragging about this kind of win. If we won like this, I wouldn't post anything, seriously.

Like Alessandro said, game won by the judges, we were wining and dominating the whole game, in front of 17,000 Turks, and then bricks were shit, every person who knows anything about basketball saw judge decisions were bullshit in last 1/4, and I know you did also, but if you don't wanna admit to yourself, that's your right, but then you can't talk objectively about basketball.

Not to mention the pressure of Turkey players on judges, which is not allowed by any way in basketball (This ain't football where you can come to judge face and yell at him Lol ), and usually ends up with a team foul.

Every Serbian is proud of this boys, who at the age of only 23-24, showed how big heart and balls they have, played with dignity of not moaning like a biatches to the judges every 5 seconds , and that's their ultimate win, that you as a minority in basketball will never have.

[Nathan]

Mazda is great car, Japanese made...But there is one problem, Roman must learn to drive.

It depends actually. Here, (In Colorado), we got kids who are professional drivers and then fаggots who can't drive AT ALL. Keep in mind, at 16, you can get your license in some states (Including Florida and Colorado).

[Andy.]

I am not surprised that you are actually bragging about this kind of win. If we won like this, I wouldn't post anything, seriously.

Like Alessandro said, game won by the judges, we were wining and dominating the whole game, in front of 17,000 Turks, and then bricks were shit, every person who knows anything about basketball saw judge decisions were bullshit in last 1/4, and I know you did also, but if you don't wanna admit to yourself, that's your right, but then you can't talk objectively about basketball.

Not to mention the pressure of Turkey players on judges, which is not allowed by any way in basketball (This ain't football where you can come to judge face and yell at him Lol ), and usually ends up with a team foul.

Every Serbian is proud of this boys, who at the age of only 23-24, showed how big heart and balls they have, played with dignity of not moaning like a biatches to the judges every 5 seconds , and that's their ultimate win, that you as a minority in basketball will never have.

 First of all, how is telling Alessandro to suck it up, bragging ?
 Secondly, I am semi-shocked that you could not accept defeat. But, what I am REALLY shocked about is, how SIMPLE minded you have become, over a loss.  " judge decisions were bullshit in last 1/4" I Mean, COME THE f**k ON. How old ARE you? You are acting half your age, and have lost most my respect, if not all, as a friend. And frankly, I don't give a shit if you care about my respect or not. Maybe, just MAYBE if you looked at yourself neutrally, and not as a Serb, you would see how FOOLISH you have been. You know, I know, everyone knows that BIITCHING like a 3 year old asking for a treat from his parents, will not change the fact that you lost. Still think otherwise? Then you can shove it.

[Rick.]

Cool Rp Gvardia and Grand Ave' Bloods today

Thats what happens when you try to give Gvardia a note.

[Cofiliano]

First of all, how is telling Alessandro to suck it up, bragging ?
 Secondly, I am semi-shocked that you could not accept defeat. But, what I am REALLY shocked about is, how SIMPLE minded you have become, over a loss.  " judge decisions were bullshit in last 1/4" I Mean, COME THE f**k ON. How old ARE you? You are acting half your age, and have lost most my respect, if not all, as a friend. And frankly, I don't give a shit if you care about my respect or not. Maybe, just MAYBE if you looked at yourself neutrally, and not as a Serb, you would see how FOOLISH you have been. You know, I know, everyone knows that BIITCHING like a 3 year old asking for a treat from his parents, will not change the fact that you lost. Still think otherwise? Then you can shove it.

You didn't find me insulting you cause of the game.

Its not me who biatched out, its your players the whole  f**king game, and now you,  going on with the screaming and talking about respect.

I do not give a shit either, as a friend.

Dominated the whole time, 35 minutes, and last 5 minutes got robbed, everyone saw that, and you as a TURK are getting all emotional cause of it, since you know what happen but can't admit it, and you're the one who can't be neutral and accept the facts.

Your own player ( Turkoglu), said after the match, that Serbia deserved the win, and that they did got advantage from the judge, so f**k off from me, and go biatch to him, or calm the f**k down and shut it.

First time in life I am gonna say this: Common you Yankees!