The knock on your door interrupts dinner with your husband. You walk over to the entry way, the scent of spices and wine in the air from your family meal. When you open the door to greet your guest, you have to look up to see his face; his figure is wider than the door frame and the scent of leather wafts in as he puts a hand on your shoulder to move you out of the way. "Last chance to pay what you owe, bud." He nods to your husband as he propels you forward, huge hand on your lower back.