Biography Sampa RP

I was just born in a successful family, my father was the head of the local street gang in Los Santos, and I was a first -born, my father and mother loved me.

Almost every bandit in the area knew me, even when I walked the local people who saw me, "Look at the younger paradise." I had a friend of Egor, we walked with him all the lessons. Once, my friend and I decided to hide the car in the GROVE area, Egor stood on the shuher while I hacked the castle from the old Kolymagi Grandfather in the area, I managed to hack the door, but then the old man went out to throw out the Egor's garbage, “Shuher Amigo, Valim,” I pressed the friend’s hand and we were fucked up.

This was our first theft, we were very happy with our work. Yes, these days were the best for me, but terrible happened. On the night of May 20, my mother died during childbirth, but gave me her brother Enrique. My father and I raised his younger brother without maternal love and affection, he was cold, cruel and bloodthirsty. Always climbed into fights and skirmishes between gangs, considered himself a leader.

Father took with him a younger brother as a talisman of luck everywhere. They even began to forget about me. But then one day I went outside and went to a friend and we played basketball in the area. And Egor called me to spend the night to him, I agreed. But I had no idea that my father was scored with a shooter with Grove. When we headed home to a friend, 4 cars from our gang drove past us.

My friend and I turned around and rushed after them, but they were on cars and rode faster. When we ran to the place of shootout, I saw my father’s corpse, and a little boy of about 10 years old and pressed close to his body, it was my brother Enrique. I cannot describe that feeling, I cried, sobbed like a baby, but nothing could be changed. In those worst days, my faithful friend Egor helped me and did not move away from me.

Since then he is my brother. I vowed that I would avenge my father for brothers from the region and for my brother Enrique. Of course, the father was buried as the hero and the legendary Padra of the Vagos gang. My uncle and brother’s brother, as well as his right hand Pablo Martinez, took control of the gang, but he promised that in honor of my father he would give me control of the Vagos gang when I grow up and reason like my father.

I have not been waiting for a long time, this day came in 5 years, I was 28 years old. I was the youngest leader of all gangs. Since then, all high -ranking faces began to recognize me, rumors about me that the great Juan returned, but my father would be proud of me. And on one of the beautiful evenings we saw how a handful of members of GROVE was walking around the area, we had to kill them and we did it, but sent their bodies as a gift to the leader of the GRUV gang with a note about the shooter: “Your hour Mierda, the killer of my father and brother, the head at noon, when the whole city works, waiting for you and your rotten friends in the Las Colinas area In the forest, you will die in a brutal, I could easily pay for my father and brother, the old man and his gang, Big John Matti was killed.

Our friendship will last until death.