FiSS: One Shot Sessions
Miloslav "Farmer Miloš" Hlavaček
Slovakian Drug Dealer
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 3, Wits 2, Resolve 2
Physical Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2
Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 3, Composure 2
Mental Skills: Crafts 1, Investigation 2, Medicine 1 (Crafting Rush), Politics 1, Science 1
Physical Skills: Brawl 3 (Boxing, Dirty Tricks), Drive 2, Firearms 2, Larceny 2, Stealth 1, Weaponry 1
Social Skills: Empathy 1, Intimidation 1, Persuasion 2 (Sales Pitches), Socialize 1, Streetwise 2 (Black Market), Subterfuge 1
Merits: Allies 2, Contacts 2, Fighting Style: Boxing 3, Language (English), Resources 3, Retainers 1
Equipment: RSA Makarov PM (0L)
Miloslav worked as a police officer in his native Slovakia, but despite his reasonably secure position within the Communist regime, he didn’t want to stay there. Vague grumblings about the American Dream led him to throw it all away with what little he saved and make his way to America, settling in Chicago. For a time, he couldn’t find work, but a chance encounter with a man in the Chicago Outfit found him in the underground boxing circuit. He proved to be a decent combatant (he was “Mack Truck Miloš” in those days), and eventually made his way to Las Vegas to continue his boxing career. Once there, he started working with some of the local criminal underground as a drug runner, and then a drug dealer. It wasn’t long before he decided he could make the big bucks by starting his own narcotics operation, and so he did. After apprenticing briefly with his dealer, he gave his boss a nine millimeter retirement package and buried him in the desert. Then, he started manufacturing his own stuff.
An encounter with a man known only as Pierce changed the scope of his business. Pierce offered him backing in the form of equipment, scientific aid, and a new drug called Rush. All he had to do was follow the instructions and give Pierce a cut. Miloslav agreed, and started courting the local kidney thieves in addition to his coterie of gangsters and druggists. Business is booming, and there’s no end in sight.
Only one thing bothers him. Some slick bastard from the Strip walked into the Palomino Club — that’s where his girlfriend, or excuse me, ex-girlfriend Guadalupe worked — and stole his girl. He doesn’t know enough about the guy to touch him, but he would love to get even with him. He would also like some of his stuff back from that lying bitch, including that odd little alligator ring he gave her…
Of course, he’s dead now. Some cold-blooded killers got to him, and that was that.