Comrade Monke vs Tony Camonte

The plane landed at the airport. When everybody had gotten off the plane, one man stood out. He was a blonde, blue-eyed, and fat and short man, about the age of 46-47, but he looked much older. He took a cab and went straight to a dacha, just outside of Moscow. While they were driving, he kept looking out of the window, to make sure nobody was following them.


When they arrived, he paid the taxi driver, and he got out of the cab. He walked right up to the door of the dacha and knocked on the door. The door opened, revealing a primate, dressed in a red luxurious robe.


-Comrade Monke?


-Yeah that’s me.


-Can I enter?


-Sure.


He entered inside and they both sat on Monke’s large couch. Monke served some vodka for them both and sat down.


-Hello! Shouted Monke’s budgie parrot, named Pepi or Pepita.


After they had sat down, Monke grabbed the glass of vodka and started drinking it.


-So, what brings you here, Vincent?


-Look Monke, I need your help.


-What could the American Police possibly want from me?


-We need you to stop him.


-Stop who?


-You know who…


Monke drank some more vodka. He then lit a cigar and started smoking it.


-Let me guess. Camonte?


-Bingo!


Monke kept smoking his cigar.


-That scumbag… That fucking snake. We used to be partners, you know. A SMERSH operative from Italy. But no, he wanted the luxurious, capitalist lifestyle. He betrayed our motherland and sold our secrets to the Nazis. He left me for dead…


-Well now he’s causing trouble in America too! He has set up his own crime ring with funds he had stolen from SMERSH. He is killing and robbing innocent people, families…


Monke got up from his seat and put out the cigar.


-I’ll gladly take him out! But, I want to be handsomely rewarded, for taking him out won’t be easy.


-Whatever you want, just make sure he doesn’t ever bother us again.


-Alright. I will.


Monke called Miss Anastasia. He told her to come and take care of his parrot while he was away, and she gladly accepted. Monke got dressed and left along with Vincent. They traveled to America.


When he arrived in America, he immediately began investigating. Eventually, through both American police and Soviet intel, he found out the location of an associate of Tony Camonte, named Alberto Guarino. His headquarters were at an abandoned old factory at New Baker Street 29.


The next night, Monke was already there. When he arrived, he climbed the fence and hid behind a wall. He saw a guard coming. He pulled out a knife, and when the guard was really close, he grabbed him by the neck and stabbed him. He then hid the body inside a dumpster.


Monke then took out a few more guards until he entered inside. He made his way to the top floor and found Alberto’s office. He went inside and found Alberto sleeping. He closed the door and locked it.


He took out his Nagant M1895 revolver and aimed it at him.


-Wake up… scumbag.


Alberto opened his eyes and got scared. He lifted his hands in the air.


-Wow… So Camonte’s stories were true. There really is a Comrade Monke.


Monke observed Alberto’s office and saw a pack of heroin on it. He got pissed. He grabbed it in his hands.


-You pricks sell this shit? Aren’t the rest of your crimes enough? You also kill young people with this?


-Hey I don’t force the children to use it, it’s their choice!


-How many?


-How many what?


-How many children have you killed with this shit?


Monke then threw the pack of heroin on Alberto and then jumped on him. He punched him a few times and then asked him:


-Where is Camonte?


-I don’t know you hairball!


Monke positioned the gun so that it touched Alberto’s neck.


-Tell me, or your throat will be spilled all over the floor!


-He’s in Florida alright?


-Thank you.


-Now, you’re gonna let me go, right?


-I will, but so will gravity…


Monke then grabbed Alberto and dragged him all the way to the window while Alberto was screaming. He threw him out the window, and his head was smashed onto the pavement.


Monke then escaped.


When Monke went to the station to report to Vincent. He told him that Alberto had told him that Camonte is in Florida, and asked Vincent whether they had any idea where exactly in Florida Camonte could be hiding.


-There is a club called “Pegasus” that has been investigated for possible connections to tax fraud and being a cover for drug operations. Perhaps you could start there.


Monke once again wasted no time and took a plane to Florida.


When he arrived, he took a cab to the club. Once he had paid the Taxi driver, he went inside the club and saw people dancing.


He then saw a door leading to the storage room, and tried to approach it. He was stopped by some bodyguards. Monke took out some dollars he was carrying and bribed them, allowing him to safely approach the door.


When he entered, he saw a long staircase leading down. He climbed down and when he had finally reached the bottom, he saw a room full of crates with packs of heroin. He then saw him: Camonte, dressed in a black fedora hat and a luxurious black suit.


He overheard him talk on the phone with someone.


-What do you mean you don’t know how he fell? Camonte was asking one of his associates.


Monke saw there were only two bodyguards around. He took out his revolver, shot them both and then shot the phone out of Camonte’s hand.


Camonte then saw Monke approaching him and couldn’t believe his eyes.


-Comrade Monke… How the hell did you even survive?


-When you shot me and left me in that burning building you forgot one very important thing… I am Comrade Monke.


-Ah yes. Comrade Monke, the famous Nazi hunter and destroyer of the Soviet Union’s enemies! Tell me, how did a devout Christian like you manage to rise so high in influence over SMERSH and the Soviet government?


-Just because we persecuted the Tsar-aligned church doesn’t mean there’s not genuine Christians in our ranks, Camonte…


Monke then however, felt a pain in the head, as if something had hit him, and was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he saw the club had been abandoned. He was tied to a pole and then he saw Camonte enter.


-I shall not make again the mistake of leaving you in a burning building… untied.


Camonte then pulled out a lighter, turned it on and threw it on the floor and ran out. The floor had been covered with gasoline, and it immediately caught on fire.


Monke however, using his super strength, broke free of the ropes. However, he was surrounded by the flames. He saw an extinguisher close to him on a wall behind a table. He shot it and it blew up, causing a minor explosion.


This put out some of the fire, allowing Monke to go close to another extinguisher and grab it. He used it to put out the flames in his path, and he escaped the club. Monke wasted no time, he stole a cab and drove all the way to the police station.


He told Vincent what happened. Vincent told Monke that he had been informed that Camonte was heading to his private airport. They gathered a small team of police officers, and with 5 to 6 cars drove to “Camonte Airport.”


They stormed it and arrested Camonte and his men, putting them in jail for murder, attempted murder, smuggling, drug dealing, and more.


Monke returned to the Soviet Union, where he was awarded a medal for his efforts and success in stopping a traitor to the Soviet ideal.


The end of Tony Camonte, but Comrade Monke will return!