FATHER AND MOTHER ARE HERE.
The dining room in Dmitry’s mansion is enough to let me — and anyone — know that he’s the kind of man who likes to have his spaces big and dark, given the size of this room and the color of furnitures in it.
Why would someone love the color black so much?
Dmitry is seated at the head of the table, and I am seated beside him to his right. On my other hand, is the woman who’s introduced herself as Dmitry’s mother, Irina Orlov. And, on her other side, seated at the other head of the table, directly opposite Dmitry, is a man who is unmistakably his father, the former Pakhan of the Bratva, Sergei Orlov.
The man looks like he was duplicated into two, the second part named Dmitry.
What I mean by that, is Sergei Orlov and his son look exactly the same, except the f
