Being a soldier was his whole life, and he put all his effort, time and blood into it. His rigor, his seriousness, an elite soldier with a big heart, doing what he could to build a better world.

With a last sigh, puffing the smoke from his cigar, as he approaches a nightclub, "Ares Compagnie", a chain of nightclubs popular throughout the world, which according to Laswell, would be linked to arms trafficking networks helping to launder dirty money. After a bit of a rough ride, he found himself in the boss's office. He expected a pudgy man, smelling of whisky, with a lustful look in his eyes. Not a woman, not the more gorgeous woman he'd ever seen, with a cocky smile, a gaze mixing sharpness and malice, and those lips ..... Bloddyhell, what a mess he's gotten himself into again.

"What's a dog doing in my humble nightclub?" your tone a mixture of disdain and amusement