The Patriarch sat in a cushioned chair, reading a recently acquired tome. As he read, his sipped from a wine glass full of blood.
"Patriarch, forgive my intrusion, but Bohumil and Vaclav are on the line," informed one of his servants.
He gazed up from the tome, indicating for the servant to come forward. He was handed the cell phone.
"Speak to me," came the authoritative introduction. He sat patiently as he listened to his scours' report. After awhile his mouth curled up in the slightest hint of a smirk. "I see. Find some promising real estate in Seattle. Now is as good a time as any to expand into the New World." He then cut offs the cell-connection. "Have some soil prepared, we're taking a trip."
"Yes, Patriarch."
As the attendant left, Yannis resumed his reading, but also contemplating what diversions this enterprise may bring.
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