Mikhail
When Roman Petrov, Bratva’s pakhan, enters the dining room, everybody stands and keeps standing until he takes a seat at the head of the table. He leans his cane on his chair and nods for us to sit back down. The first chair on his right remains empty. His wife probably feels unwell again. I thought pregnant women only had sickness in the morning, but based on what I heard in the kitchen, Nina Petrova has been vomiting nonstop for weeks.
Roman turns to the maid and motions with his head toward the door. “Leave and close the door, Valentina. I’ll call you when we are done.”
She nods quickly and rushes out of the room, closing the double doors behind her. It looks like we’ll be discussing business before dinner. Roman leans back in his chair, and I wonder what kind of bomb he’ll
