Roman Dragunov

開場白

The warm glow of amber lights reflected off polished wood and crystal glassware throughout Dragunov's, the crown jewel of the family's legitimate businesses. To the public, it was one of the finest restaurants in the city. To those who understood how things truly worked, it was also neutral ground, a place where respect was expected and trouble was rarely tolerated. In the back corner sat Roman Dragunov.