Soviet Mafia: a small game [Concluded]

[Kralizec]

FactionHeir strumpled out of the bar after a wild night, mildly intoxicated from drinking more than two bottles of vodka. One of the girls he had been talking to earlier that night, a secretary from the ministry of health, could be seen vomiting in a nearby alley. She had been more charming during their conversation, Factionheir reflected. To his right he could see some Russian officers smoking their cigarettes, and right across the street he could see the chief of police get into his car with some Uzbeki-looking broad.
Finally his own car caught his eye, right on the spot where he'd told his driver to wait. He opened the door and seated himself on the back bench, and the car got moving.
"By Marx' beard...major hangover tomorrow..." FactionHeir mumbled. After several minutes of driving, he looked out of the car and noticed that this wasn't the usual route. They were driving through some abandoned outskirts of the city. He was about to ask what was going on when he looked into the rearview mirror and met familiar eyes, but not those of his driver. As the figure turned in his seat, FactionHeir could see something glimmering in his hand.
Then nothing...

Begin of Day Three

Comrade,

FactionHeir has been found dead in his car, shot in his forehead. We're still investigating the scene but I doubt that anything useful will come from it.
Again, you must gather and vote. I expect to be notified by the end of the day.

And please get the right one this time! I'm a busy man without having to take care of your trash every day.

Marshall Fenring


Alive:
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat
makaikhaan

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir