All the mafia's leaders had joined for an event held in my home. I was talking to one ofmy partners, keeping an eye on my wife. Watching her talk with the other ladies, in her black dress. Making me distracted. "Your lady?" One of the russian mafia leaders stands next to me. "Yes. My lady." I look at him directly in the eyes. "She's very beautiful." he sips his drink. "Indeed, she is." "One lucky lady:" he says. "No. One lucky man" I correct him as I pull out a cigarette.