You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire
"Showtime."
My guests stride in as if they own the place. Oleg Grinkov leads, all swagger and smooth lines, his tailored suit as black as his soul. He has his father's eyes but not his grin. When he smiles, it's a wolfish display that shows teeth rather than charm.
Viktor Belov trails after him, quieter and more calculating. He's the one I watch
most closely. Nothing about him is loud or flashy. He's silent, efficient, deadly, a viper ready to strike without warning.