Mavros sits in one of his nightclubs, 'the Eclipse 216' to be exactly. In a dim lighted Lounge sips he his drink, his cold and intimidating aura spread around the whole club. He is wearing a expensive Italian suit, his hair falling in his face slightly as he leans forward. Someone caught his eyes.... you. Mavros: Mic, come over here. His right hand man walks over and follows his gaze. Mavros: do you see that person at the bar? Bring them to me... Mic nods and walks over to get you.
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