active part in the decision-making process of the companies in question.
BACKGROUND AND DATE OF COMPANIES’ INSOLVENCY
The debt largely constitutes tax liabilities. The companies have probably been run in order to launder money for the shadow owners. Secret accounts have been kept, which reveal that the companies’ actual proceeds amount to the following (average numbers calculated based on the first six months of operation): Video Specialist, 52,017 kronor; Video Buddy, 46,122 kronor. The figures reported to the tax authorities between November and March of the current year show heavily inflated profits for both companies. This money has not been derived through the revenues of the companies’ business.
In April of this year, tax payments were reduced markedly and appear to have become based on the companies’ actual profits. Tax authorities made estimated assessments based on the previous fiscal year; in other words, based on the fictive profits. Insolvency is therefore caused by a lack of funds to pay existing tax liabilities. The date of insolvency for both companies has been fixed for the end of May.
BANKRUPTCY, ETC.
On May 11 of this year, the Enforcement Authority requested that the companies be declared bankrupt. The district court decided to declare the companies bankrupt on May 12. Christer Lindberg had no objection to the decision. He has been called to a creditor’s meetings on several occasions. He has not appeared voluntarily. On June 12, the district court ruled that the debtor be collected by the police, at which point Christer Lindberg made an appearance. He testified under oath that he was unaware that parts of the companies’ reported income did not derive from the video-rental business.
ALLEGED CRIME
The undersigned is of the view that Christer Lindberg has acted as a so-called straw man for the companies. He has had no insight into operations but, rather, has served solely as the physical person liable for the companies’ business on paper. The tax authorities have filed a notice of suspected crime with the Economic Crime Authority and an investigation has begun. The bankruptcy investigation has been carried out in cooperation with the Economic Crime Authority and the National Tax Agency.
Goran Grundberg
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Summer break’d begun one week ago. His daughter was finally in a safe place-Lovisa and Annika were in Spain for three weeks. Mrado covered costs. A vacation cottage in Bergshamra was also rented, fifteen minutes south of Norrtalje. Genuine feel to the place, red-painted timber walls with white borders. Big lawn for Lovisa to practice her cartwheels on. And cunt Annika and her friends could enjoy themselves any way they liked-play croquet, kubb, badminton. Practically paradise.
Mrado hoped they’d keep clear of Grondal as much as possible.
It oughta work. The cottage was well equipped. There was a washing machine, a dishwasher, a TV, and a DVD player. Lovisa and Annika would have a relaxing summer far from the city. It was a temporary solution, but perfect for the present.
As for himself, Mrado felt pretty safe. It’d been more than two months since he’d gotten a new apartment. Installed an alarm system. Bought a new car. Got a PO box address, stopped working out at Fitness Club, switched cell phones.
Contracted Ratko as a bodyguard: His old squire was hired to stay close to Mrado at sensitive times. Discover any eventual R. honchos before they had time to act. Screen swarms of lead with his bulletproof vest. Ratko charged a killing, but it was worth it. The important thing was to create the impression for Radovan that Mrado was well protected and that he played in the same league as Mr. R.
Mrado’d looked into whom he could trust. They were informed: Ratko, Bobban, a few guys from the gym. Within a few days, Mrado and Nenad were gonna go live. Show Radovan their version of the term Serbian solidarity.
Risk of confrontation. Risk of brutal clash. Risk of injuries.
But Mrado was confident: When the big C load’d been lifted, he and Nenad were gonna be the new rulers.
The market division pretty much worked perfectly. The HA and the Bandidos MC’d buried the hatchet. That alone was a feat from Mrado’s end. The Bandidos’d let go of parts of their cocaine market in the inner city and all of their coat-check blackmailing business. Instead, they’d increased the protection racket in the southern boroughs. The HA jacked up booze smuggling in all of middle Sweden but reduced their protection racket in Stockholm. The Original Gangsters kept at the CIT heists. Cut down on blow biz in the projects. Sold heavy in the northern boroughs. The only ones who didn’t give a fuck were Naser’s gang-difficult to influence.
On the whole, though, the groups were able to concentrate. Focus. Develop new areas. Increase the margins. Increase the profits. Above all, they could keep clear of the Nova Project’s infiltrators.
After Mrado’s demotion and the problem with the video rental stores, his insomnia took on absurd proportions. He popped pills like a kid ate penny candy. It wasn’t okay. He hoped it’d get better once they took on Radovan.
Three fat losses on his tax return. Over 200,000 kronor total.
The solution: He’d sacrifice the companies. The fall guy, Christer Lindberg, the super-Sven, would take the hit. That’s what he was paid to do.
And nothing could be traced back to Mrado.
The problem that couldn’t be solved was that Mrado needed more clean cash to finance Lovisa’s protection in the future. The possibility of buying a new apartment for her and Annika topped the list.
He considered Nenad’s idea: Use the laundry genius, their guy JW. Apparently, the brat wannabe’d built beautiful solutions for big-load laundry. That’d be necessary after they’d flipped the massive steal, in any case.
Mrado and Nenad were in intense-planning mode. Two days left until they were gonna present their defection to the Yugo boss.
Why do it before the arrival of the C shipment? Wasn’t that unnecessary? Mrado’d discussed the matter with Nenad-there was no other way. It was the Serbian way: Let your enemy know he’s your enemy. Mrado and Nenad were gonna play this straight.
Besides, Abdulkarim’d been told ages ago that Rado’d cut Nenad off from the C biz. The Arab’d also been informed about who his real boss was. He’d probably suspected it for a while. The Arab fucker apparently sided with R. Refused even to talk to Nenad, which sent an obvious signal: You’re a loser. I’m on my way up. In other words, it didn’t matter if Radovan knew that Nenad was going his own way. Nenad’d officially not been given any information for the past three months. Rado and Abdulkarim thought he was out of the running. Their mistake: They had no clue about the leak in their pipes-the JW guy.
The shipment was due at the Arlanda Airport on June 23, in six days.
Mrado and Nenad’s plan was simple. JW managed everything. Two trucks from Schenker Vegetables were set to pick up the containers. JW’d talked to the teamsters who were driving. They knew the final destination for the containers-not a grocery-store warehouse, but the Vastberga Cold Storage Center. JW and a couple of Abdulkarim’s other guys were gonna guard the load all the way from Arlanda. The truckers would drop the gear off at the cold- storage facility. Abdulkarim plus honchos would pick up the coke cabbage. And that’s where Mrado and Nenad came in. JW’d described everything he knew. The guy was gonna wait in the cold storage facility. Make sure Mrado and Nenad made it inside. After that, it was their job to overpower everyone-probably Abdulkarim and his constant companion, Fahdi, plus the guys who’d helped guard the truck transport. When it came to the JW guy, they’d have to pull a feint. Probably just take him down and tape him up, something like that. If they needed to use heat, no problem.
Mrado looked forward to the attack.
It was showtime-to present Radovan with the fact that he was enemy number one. Mrado and Nenad met up
