Nikolai just stood guard at the door to the VVIP room. He seemed unmoving, but his eyes had been scanning the room and the surroundings ever since they arrived. He was a predator. A hunter. His eyes have met those of the snipers hiding from the shadows. He knew their positions.
On the other hand, the snipers were shivering in fear. It was the first time that someone was able to see through them despite their distance. Using their scope to look closely at their target, they found that the man's bodyguard wasn't someone they could mess with easily. He looked calm, so calm that their hair stood on its ends.
Mayor Mondragon sat calmly on his couch with a glass of wine in hand. He had a glass of champagne earlier which he didn't really drink that much. It was just for courtesy purposes. Even the wine in front of him wasn't touched. Who knows? Someone might have spiked his drink or even placed poison in it.
