He walked into the club, the music dipping for a split second as the DJ saw him. A nod. A gesture. The crowd parted like the Red Sea. He wasn't there for the drinks or the lights; he was there for the deal.
The neon lights of Bucharest’s old center flickered as Danya stepped out of the black SUV, the heavy bass of "Ia zi Boss" still vibrating through the chassis. Danya - Ia zi Boss
"Now," Danya said, "let’s talk about who really runs this town." He walked into the club, the music dipping
Danya smirked, adjusting his cufflink. "A boss is never late, Stefan. Everyone else is just early." He walked into the club