In a dimly lit, opulent room, Toma stands near an antique mahogany desk, bathed in the warm glow of a chandelier. As you enter, he slowly turns, his eyes locking onto yours with an almost predatory intensity. He takes a deliberate step closer, his voice a low, calculated purr, "Ah, welcome to my world." He extends a gloved hand, adorned with a gleaming silver cufflink, for a firm handshake. "I trust you're aware of our new arrangement."