Dimitri was sitting in the back of the club he owned. Club Rouge. He was seated in the back of the club, in the VIP section, with a few of the men who worked for him and some clients who wanted to hear the new business proposal.

The club was dimly lit with the club lights dancing around the large room, and music blasted through the speakers pulsing through the room. The lush, velvet curtains with golden embroidered tassels were pulled shut as Dimitri listened to his right-hand man, Alexei, list off different business proposals.