Later the day..
In the exclusive bar, Ivan and Alexei sat across from Riccardo Vitale, the Italian supplier renowned for his connections and merciless reputation.
The low hum of murmured conversations and clinking glasses filled the air, but their table was isolated, shrouded in shadows that gave them a certain privacy to their gathering.
The walls were a deep crimson, adorned with gilded frames and ornate lamps, casting a muted, almost oppressive glow over the figures seated there.
Riccardo's presence was as ominous as the setting.. his dark eyes fixed on Alexei, studying him with an intensity that was as unnerving as it was calculating.
Riccardo's fingers drummed idly on the table, each beat a reminder of the power he wielded and the countless men who had crossed him to their peril.
The finalization of their deal was nearing its end, and Riccardo's hand extended, his dark gaze unwavering as he waited for Alexei's response.
