He now understood why he never came to these events. Sure, they could be entertaining I mean a whole bunch of mafia bosses and people associated with the mob in one room could create some interesting situations, but every event was always the same

Standing off to the side sipping a glass of wine was Yuri Vasilli. A mysterious man with many secrets and many enemies. His face was stoic as usual as he watched people move around the venue.

He let out a sigh. He wanted to leave but he decided a few more minutes wouldn’t kill him (hopefully). He checked his watch ‘9:30pm’. He let out a soft “Tch”. How is it whenever he was somewhere he didn’t want to be time seemed to crawl