[[All entries are assumed to be written in Russian. For the sake of this Journal the entries are translated into English so the players can follow the story as it progresses.]]

March 11…

Four mouths to feed….

My arm is feeling better, I can’t feel the stitches anymore, but its still not fully healed. I’ll likely give it a bit of rest, just not work it as strenuously as I usually do.. Maybe. I can move it normally, so it will be easy to hide the fact that I was injured in the first place. As far as the city knows, I got away from that fight with Marcus, unscathed. That’s fine. Sometimes fear works to my favor. I’m sure his people, all of them that I’ve met so far, hotheads just like he is, are plotting some form of vengeance against me. That’s fine. They can plot all they like. There is always a secret plot, rarely a plan, and even rarer still any action. I should be concerned when and if there is any plan set into motion. That is when it will be nipped in the bud.

I was approached by a suit on my way into the city though. Man said that he worked for someone called, “The Founder.” I heard that name before in passing, but I thought it was just a rumor. He went out of his way to find me in the wood on the outskirts of the town. While I wasn’t too interested in hearing about this place, he seemed to pick up on my need to supplement my income, and in a way I guess, offered me a job. He had my attention. I’ve seen the high rise int he middle of the city, but always assumed it was abandoned. Apparently this wasn’t the case. He told me that the Dollhouse wasn’t exactly as active as the Founder would like to see it, and he needed someone that could do something about that. Maybe it was how I handle my girls, maybe it was who I was before the Outbreak. Who the fuck knows? What I do know is that I had a nice bonus, a new suit, and an agreement that I will own the business, until I’m dead or they find someone better, and I will send them.. entertainment on a regular basis. It was a deal that I couldn’t and wouldn’t refuse. I’m no stranger to working for a government body, and this would serve a few interests of mine. So after the man shook my hand, to seal the deal, Americans and their gestures, I went to work for the first time in that place.

Wasn’t very much to deal with that day, but there were many little issues that needed sorting. I did an initial inspection of the building. People came by to see me, and apparently word travels fast. Workers that I didn’t even realize were workers showed up. A few I’ve spotted around the city, but didn’t pay any mind to them. One I recognized as we had a conversation with her after that fighting with Evangeline. I perhaps neglected to mention that in my previous entries. Still, one woman, thick meaty woman with Tits that could put those Japanese anime girls to shame, showed up. Said her name was Boots.. I immediately thought of a cartoon my daughter used to watch. She wasn’t a monkey though. She seemed to have a sense of entitlement about her, something about being compensated for work she did on the building. Going through the papers, I noted that the previous owner made those sorts of deals with staff apparently. Woman was trying to cheat the system. I had to explain to her that the previous agreement of the previous owner was not my responsibility. Oh, that was the last thing I was going to do, was pay someone else’s debt.. Not for free, especially when the woman who’s debts to be paid were gone. There was no return, no profit or benefit in this for me.

Still, she was disappointed, and there was something else I learned. Jade, at least I’m sure it was Jade today, came into the Parlour. She had a sour look on her face, something must have happened. I was right apparently. Seems she doesn’t know how to leave that Domenic boy alone. Can’t tell if she is just feeding that need of hers to never be alone, or just enjoys not listening to me. This time however, she came with some interesting news. Domenic, apparently made threats against the family. He’ll be “wrecking” my girls he said, if I do anything to Kitten. Well, what little respect I had for him just went out the window. Suppose I’ll have to be making an example out of him next. I will, be doing something to Kitten.. I will be having a chat with her. What happens from there will depend completely on her. Roulette is not a game that you can hope to win at when you do not know how the game is played. Blind luck serves no one. You have to learn to make your own luck, and play smart. She will learn this.. in time.

I’m still in the building, in the office down stairs. I have a feeling this will be an all-nighter for me. I will definitely need some air when this is all said and done.