[ WP ] You are the manager for a Russian mafia cover restaurant in New York . However in the last month the restaurant has rapidly become one of the most popular food joints in the city , causing trouble for the criminal activity behind the scenes . You are tasked with 'dealing ' with this issue .

`` Demetri, tell me why the Okroshka is so awful today. Tell me why, I beg you.'' said Sergey in disgust as he shoved the soup bowl across the counter. 
 
 `` You said'just take care of it' Sergey. That's what I'm doing, I'm taking care of it.'' Snapped Demetri as he grabbed the bowl and tossed it in the sink angrily. They were speaking in Russian, but the body language and tone of his voice was making the other customers visibly uncomfortable. 
 
 `` What, you think shitty soup is going to make these people leave? Hah! Well be a good boy and make some good Okrashka for us then and give the Yanks this garbage until they leave.'' Sergey said laughing. 
 
 `` How about I make good Okrashka for the Yanks and and give you dishwater until YOU leave'' shouted Demetri. 
 
 `` These Yanks go to their internet and tell their friends, now I am popular American that makes good soup. I have 4.6 stars Sergey! These Americans come in and play on their computers while they eat my soup. They never tell me about the people they've killed or complain about hiding bodies. THEY JUST PAY FOR MY SOUP AND LEAVE! THEY PAY FOR IT SERGEY, UNLIKE YOU THUGS!'' Demetri shouted as he leaned over the counter by Sergey. The customers were now videotaping the two Russians quarrel. 
 
 Sergey pulled his gun from his holster in his jacket and slammed it on the counter and stared icily at Demetri. 
 
 `` Comrade, I think you are forgetting your place. Enough of this, bring me some good russian Okroshka and we can forget this ever happened.'' said Sergey. 
 
 There was a comotion behind Sergey as half the customers were fighting to get out of the restaurant. 
 
 `` NO! You think that gun scares me? Last week you threatened to kill me because I burned the Knish, the week before you said you would break my arms because I dropped a plate during your meeting. YOUR THREATS MEAN NOTHING SERGEY! I am done living in fear. At least I will die with a 4.6 star rating.'' 
 
 The few customers remaining held there breath as Sergey and Demetri stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. 
 
 `` HAHAHHA!'' Roared Sergey as he threw his head back. `` Demetri, you have more spirit than I thought. Perhaps you could be more involved in our organization than just making us food.'' the gangster said as he reholstered his pistol and got up from his stool at the counter. 
 
 `` Tomorrow we will discuss this more. I am sorry comrade but these Yanks will not be coming back now after our argument and I am afraid your 4.6 stars will suffer, but do n't worry, we will make up for it for you.'' 
 
 Sergey continued to chuckle to himself as he left the restaurant past the gaping stares of the customers. 
 
 Sergey returned the next day to see the restaurant filled with customers, there was not an empty seat in the place and there were people lined up out the door waiting to be seated. As he walked up to the counter the crowd hushed and stared at him as he walked by. They were whispering furiously to each other as the clacked away on their computers and tried to take candid pictures with their cell phones. Sergey reached the counter and went to his normal stool to find a squat man with dark rimmed glasses and a flannel shirt staring up at him. 
 
 `` OUT!'' yelled Sergey at the man and motioned for him to leave. The man smiled and scurried away while he starting fiddling with his phone. 
 
 Demetri rounded the corner from the kitchen and went straight to Sergey with an excited look on his face. 
 
 `` Sergey, you did it! This place is trending on twitter now they say! The internet says'The Kiev' is the best place for a true Russian experience.'' Demetri said. 
 
 `` What is a twitter?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know, but a man in suit came shortly after our fight and offered to build 4 more'Kievs' for me, as long as I can promise that I can provide a Russian atmosphere like this one.'' 
 
 `` What will you do with 4 more shitty restaurants Demetri?'' said a baffled Sergey 
 
 `` The man said something about franchising and said we could make millions selling cheap Okroshka, we just have to have your men come in and yell in Russian every so often, maybe threaten me again, I do n't know but apparently that's what Americans want in a'Russian experience''' 
 
 `` Millions you say comrade?'' said Sergey as he stroked his chin. ``
