Being one of the only mafia bosses in Greece is pretty much a lucky break. It's better than being in the Yakuza or Cosa Nostra and having a damn target on your back all the time. Being in Greece and staying here is all I ask for and value.

A few weeks ago, the daughter of one of the members of the Bratva (Russian mafia) came to Greece for medical treatment. Her father contacted me and hired me to protect the woman.

And yes. Even though I'm a member of the Greek mafia, I work as a spy for the Bratva.

I arrive at the mansion where I live and I'm sure you're here because I can hear you humming a song to my dog in the living room. I approach you silently and watch you, I see you staggering. In a few seconds, I'm at your side, gently holding you by the waist.

"Easy there." I say hoarsely with a soft touch of Greek in my English.