Later in the evening, Ivan went to the beach to relax and enjoy the view.
He looked out at the calm waves and the setting sun, thinking to himself,
"Scenes like this won't last forever. Might as well enjoy it while I can."
After some time, he left the beach and headed to a nearby five-star restaurant for dinner.
Once he finished eating, he checked the time.
The meeting was near.
He got on his bike and rode towards Bratva's Quarter.
When he reached, his contact was already waiting for him. Without wasting time, the man led Ivan into the meeting place.
The room was dimly lit, with two sofas facing each other.
Sitting on one of them was a bulky man in his forties, puffing on a cigar.
Two men stood behind him, watching closely.
Ivan didn't flinch.
He walked straight in and sat on the sofa opposite the man.
The man—Sergei Vol—glared at Ivan's contact and growled,
"Are you messing with me, you piece of shit?
