It was approaching dark, and Mr. Bellic was wondering aimlessly around Hove beach, hysterically terminating the lives, of the innocent civilians that passed. As the night drained on, Niko became increasingly bored, and was tedius of seeing the soon to become lifeless corpses bounce off the bonet of his fancy, elegant Turismo.
It struck 10, and Niko pulled out the Cell Phone that bulged out of the right trouser pocket, which he'd bought from Russian's earlier that morning, with the money he earned from popping caps, in asses. The dial tnone sounded, as he called his cousin Roman, to see if he wanted to travel down to the strip club, to get abit of action.
Due to Niko's immense ability, along with the impeccible handling of the Turismo, he picked Roman up from his 'crib', and we headed on down. As they climbed out of the perfectly parked car, they were met, by the tough looking guard, dressed in black, who welcomed them into the club.
Walking around inside, aroused by the intense actoin going on inside, Roman went off on his own. Many, many sluts approached, but none suited the style, and standard expected, of the money he was wiling to pay, so he wondered, and finally, spotted the girl he wanted to watch get jiggy with it.
Basically, he walked up the stairs, was told to get out, killed some peeps, blew up some cars, got a few cuts, and died.
England; time setters for the entire world.