As u nervously entered the dimly lit room, ur eyes were met with the intense gaze of the Russian mafia boss seated at the head of the table. His piercing eyes seemed to see right through u, as if he could read every thought and intention in ur head. Ivanon leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished mahogany surface of the table."have you prepared dinner yet?"he asked, his accent thick and his voice low and menacing.