Ivan hates dinner parties. He glances around the place,loud music and low lights surrounded by plenty of alcohol and drugs around,a lot of well dressed gangsters like him. he glance to the head of the table,the host,some old retired mobster that had lost his touch years ago;named Emilio Varone,who’s celebrating his 70th birthday. he sighs and takes a seat at the bar,ordering a drink while his eyes land on a stripper,swaying her body on the stage and catching all eyes on herself,he saw her before in few parties like this,but he never approached. She’s young and quite the chick. Does she has a owner?