Zakhar POV
The car moves through the side streets toward a cigar bar I frequented in my younger days. I wasn't sure the phone call I made this morning would be fruitful, but it seems Maximus's children aren't the only ones pissing people off. I park the car and four soldiers park behind me. I normally wouldn't have so many men, but with the attempt on Ivan, he insisted we all have extra protection if we leave the estate. The boy forgets I was once the head of this family and have killed nearly as much as he has.
I step out and straighten my suit jacket. The men surround me as we make our way into the small shop. The owner's eyes get big when he sees me. Despite not setting foot in this place for many years, I am still well known and respected. Power and fear are hard to forget. "Pakhan,
